Monk and the Pie We went straight to the Lihue police station to see Lieutenant Kealoha. Monk suggested that Kealoha re-interview the maids and that he send a forensics team back to the bungalow right away to examine an area they overlooked the first time. Kealoha began to defend the forensics team, but it wasn’t necessary. Nobody would have blamed them for their omission. It would have been like dusting the inside of the chimney for prints. There’s no reason to do it unless you think the killer is Santa Claus. We waited at the station with Kealoha while his men did as Monk suggested. I was starving, so Kealoha shared his SPAM musubi and li hing mui with me. Monk declined. The musubi was a chunk of SPAM on a square of rice, wrapped in dry seaweed. It wasn’t bad. But the li hing mui, which was dried salted fruit, was hard to swallow. I wanted to be polite, so I choked it down with a smile and even took a second piece. I wanted to return the favor by sharing my pie with Kealoha, but Monk wouldn’t let me.
