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Monk felt Stottlemeyer's bullets hit him, felt himself somersault backwards over the edge of the dock, felt himself falling for what seemed like forever, felt himself come into hard contact with the water waiting below.
SPLASH
There are two things about this situation that have Monk very confused.
1) The water is very, very warm. Too warm to be water in the Bay.
2) The sun is out. It was just 11 PM, and now the sun -
Oh.
Milliways.
It takes his body and mind a few moments to absorb the shock from what just happened. Captain Leland Stottlemeyer of the SFPD, his best friend in the world, just fired 2 bullets into his (kevlar protected) chest. About 15, maybe 20 people saw it happen. That's 15, maybe 20 people who will make statements to a judge and solidify Adrian and Leland's plan. Those same 15, maybe 20, people (plus a hell of a lot more) will comb the shore and water for days, and they won't find a body.
Everyone is going to think he's dead, and that's exactly what the plan dictated.
All that's left to do now is solve the case.