Lee Goldberg Quote

I found Monk at the kitchen table, where he was carefully folding in half a letter that was covered with his typewriter-perfect handwriting. He stuck it in his inside coat pocket. Good morning, Natalie. Did you sleep well? Like I was hibernating, I said. You? I wrote a letter, Monk said. It took him twenty minutes to sign his name on a credit card receipt, so I had no doubt it took him most of the night to write an entire letter. To whom? Captain Stottlemeyer, Monk said. That’s nice, I said. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. I’d like to stop and get it notarized on our way to breakfast, he said. You think they have a notary on staff? I don’t know, I said. But I’m sure a stamp