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“So… Who is that guy?” Allison asked as she watched the man vigorously wipe his hands with what she assumed was some kind of disinfecting towelette.

Lee noticed where her stare was directed and chuckled. “That, Allison, is Adrian Monk.”

(“Did you have a dream?” meets “Here’s what happened.” Allison Dubois and Adrian Monk team up to investigate the hit-and-run murder of a young violinist. Can they crack the case, or will the ghosts of the past cloud their judgement?)

medium |  “very merry maggie” — arianna and allison lead manuel and lily to the field of white zinneas

Yes I really loved this week’s episode of Severance. But oh my God that was 2.06. This is where I am right now, Patricia. Watching you in an often fascinating, occasionally very mid early 2000’s suburban mom psychic crime show.

She better be in this for more than five seconds, Kelsey Grammar.

(Yeah so he’s an executive producer. Every time I see his name I remind myself to lower my expectations about the show’s politics).

“Maybe,” Lee agreed, sounding as far from convinced as humanly possible.

“No, Mrs. Dubois might be onto something,” Monk said, matching pace with Lee and Allison. Sharona was only a step or two behind him. “Vanessa Sawyer deliberately pointed us in the direction of Marcus Jackson when she lied about the status of his and Louise Boudreaux’s relationship.”

“That’s right,” Sharona said, snapping her fingers. “She’s the only one who said anything about their relationship being on the rocks! Nobody else could confirm that.”

“Exactly,” Monk said. “They were on the verge of marriage, not breaking up!”

“According to your readings of Jackson’s body language,” Lee countered. “And he’s not exactly the most credible figure when it’s his significant other who’s dead. Besides, Sawyer was Boudreaux’s roommate. It’s entirely possible she heard stuff straight from Louise that wasn’t being passed over to Marcus.”

“Vanessa’s credibility is just as shot,” Allison insisted as they all came to a stop in front of Lee’s police cruiser. “Her story doesn’t add up and you know it.”

“Did you check out her car?” Monk asked. “The blue Nissan she claimed to own?”

“I did,” Lee confirmed. “She doesn’t own any Nissan, blue or otherwise. At least not one that’s registered with the DMV.”

“Then why did she have a key for a Nissan?” Monk demanded. He frowned. “And there was something off about her key, too. I wish I’d gotten a closer look at it.”

“I mean, she could’ve been holding onto the key for someone,” Sharona pointed out. “I agree there’s something fishy about her, but it’s possible the key wasn’t hers.”

“Then why would she lie and say it was?” Monk protested, raising his shoulders and holding out his hands. “She’s the guy. There’s a connection between that key and the murder of Louise Boudreaux.” He faltered, shoulders falling. “I just don’t know what it is. Yet.”