While this installment of the Defective Detective was enjoyable and entertaining, it lacked some of the whimsy and careful detail to clever plotting that we have seen in installments written by Lee Goldberg. This time, Monk and Natalie are back in San Francisco, though Randy Disher remains police chief on the other side of the country in New Jersey with former Monk caregiver, Sharona. Back in familiar territory, Natalie springs a surprise on Monk-- she opens a detective agency since she has recently obtained her Private Investigator's license. How she met the stringent requirements for a California Private Investigator's license is ignored for the sake of fiction. Monk is at first resistant to the idea-- thinking he will be permitted to simply spend his time cleaning the office. But soon, there are a number of cases that the team is hired to solve.
Conrad creates a clever plot and intriguing mystery, but sadly, telegraphs its solution so early in the story that it loses steam long before the conclusion. It really disturbed me to figure out both mysteries long before Monk did, and Monk is supposed to be a genius. The author doesn't showcase Monk's genius well enough to suit me. I won't give up on Hy Conrad, but I miss Lee Goldberg's handling of this series. It is fun to watch Monk work, but this time I felt that Monk was flat out missing all of the obvious clues. His obsessive compulsive disorder was comical and Conrad handled the humor fairly well. In one scene, an arrest is made immediately after a suspect leaves the restroom while still zipping up. The arrest is announced, but Monk insists that the suspect wash his hands before being cuffed-- SAFETY FIRST, he says. Classic Monk humor.
Don't get me wrong-- I still enjoyed the book, but not as much as I had hoped.