Chapter 23

Cool Down

Hawaii

1943

Alvin had almost forgotten what it was like to wear a clean uniform for once. After that battle in the Philippines, he and his men got the chance to do some rest and relaxation in Hawaii, until their next deployment. It was beautiful there — stunning blue sky, tropical winds, gorgeous mountains and greenery.

He spent some time getting some work done at Hickam Airfield, then got to wander the Island a little while. But now he thought he would catch a show. After all, the military didn't skimp when it came to sending over celebrities to entertain the troops.

He wondered who they had hired to perform this time…

Los Angeles

1947

"Alvin… Alvin… ALVINNNN!"

"Yes, sir!" Alvin stood at attention, then realized it was Captain Dave Seville who had called his name.

"Nice of you to come back to earth, detective," Seville said sarcastically.

Alvin sat back down. Simon couldn't help but chuckle, folding up the newspaper he had been reading. The headline was in big, bold, black letters: FAMED SCIENTIST'S NECKLACE RECOVERED. There was a picture of Jeanette on the cover, but not Alvin or Simon… although Theodore did happen o show up in the picture. Figures, given that it was Eleanor's newspaper.

Well, it was nice to know their relationship with her hadn't changed.

"Well… eh… I just want to say…" Seville actually seemed a little awkward. "It's about time you guys solved that case!"

"That's as good as a thank you," Simon said under his breath.

"We'll have the file on your desk by the end of the day," Simon went on, loud enough for Seville to hear.

The interrogations with Ian had gone smoothly, although Alvin and Simon both agreed there was something that he wasn't sharing. Something, SOMETHING, was wrong. But once the lab finally got back with the fingerprints on that tie-clip they had found, that would be that and they could go on with their lives.

"I'm glad to hear that, because you've got some real detective work to do." Seville plopped a nice stack of papers on their table. "Traffic work — stolen cars, mostly."

"Great… great," Alvin muttered. "You know, I we also do homocides… and thefts."

"I'm sure you do," Seville said.

The Captain went on talking, meanwhile one of the lab guys poked his head into the room and handed a paper to Simon.

"Thanks, pal," Simon whispered. "Looks like we've finally got the results for those finger prints."

"Then get out of here and get that report written up," Captain Seville said.

Alvin and Simon collected their things and exited. Simon read the paper, and his face fell.

"What the…" he muttered.

"What? What's the matter?" Alvin asked.

Simon handed him the paper and he read.

"Wait… it's not a tie clip at all?" Alvin asked.

"Nope. It's a hair clip."

"So that means it's unconnected to the case?"

"Keep reading…"

"Oh my gosh… Those finger prints… they belong to…"

Alvin and Simon locked eyes.

Hawaii

1943

Alvin sat down among the crowd of American GIs. The stage in front of them was simple and covered with red, white, and blue banners. A man was introducing the next act: a dynamite act by an up-and-coming singer who was sure to knock their socks off. She had just flown in from California.

"Fellow soldiers, my brothers-in-arms, I present to you, the one and only, BRITTANY MILLER!"

A beautiful chipmunk stepped on stage. Alvin couldn't help his heart skipping a beat. And for the next 30 minutes, that sound of her voice made him forget the war.

END OF THE FIRST MUNK-NOIR!


Ladies and gentlemunks, that was the first Munk Noir. That's right, the FIRST. Because we're going to be doing sequels to this story! C'mon, did you think I was going to leave it like that? Who does the hair clip belong to? What does it mean?

Thank you so much for hanging on for this story! I really hope you enjoyed it! I'm going to plot out some more AATC stories, and also I'll be updating my new Indiana Jones fanfic in the coming months. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be one of those writers who doesn't finish a story!

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