Adrian Monk: He kept a handgun in here. A gun he had to get back.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Why?
Adrian Monk: I- I don't know. Obviously, it it connected him to something. Something worth killing for. Here's what happened. On Monday morning, the sound of the tow truck must have woken him up. His car was being repossessed. He knew that if the car ever got to the impound lot, they'd find his gun. Somehow he had to stop that truck. He had less than a minute to come up with a plan. He didn't have time to get dressed or put his shoes on, which explains the footprints. The truck had to go all the way back through town to reach the highway. He knew that if he ran, he could head it off. That's how the dog got loose and how the sundial next door got turned around. He cut through the backyards, across the edge of the park, climbed through the chain-link fence, and waited for the tow truck. Then...
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, I know what happened after that.
Adrian Monk: Right after the crash, he retrieved the gun.
Sharona: There was a gravel road, and he didn't want to walk home barefoot. So before he left, he stole the dead driver's shoes. And somehow he managed to get out of there without anyone noticing him.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, what about the second shooting at the truck depot?
Adrian Monk: Strictly for our benefit. He wanted us to keep thinking it was a union thing.