The Case of The Cobalt Killer

Chapter 3

This isn't at all what I expected, and I love it. I thought this was going to be the work of some wannabe gangster, or some guy on bath salt. But no, this is the work of true artist.

A true organized serial killer.

I stared at the pyramid of fingers with the six gems on top. Enjoying, and admiring the fine handy work of this killer.

"Well, I guess this is where the fingers are." Fable said while gagging.

"Truly remarkable." Said Wilson reaching for the gems.

"Don't touch them." I say.

My heart was beating faster and faster, the more I stared at the present and everything else the more I wanted to meet this artist.

And gut him.

My only question was why cobalt?

"What the hell are you all... Oh god!" The chief said in shock.

I didn't really understand why everyone was so surprised by this find.

"Chamber, explain."

"These people were murdered using a chainsaw and transported here."

"Conclusion?" Asked Ironsides.

I started to laugh. I turn to Ironsides.

"We have a serial killer on the loose." I say with a smile on my face.

"And a damn good one at that."

Everyone was silent. I was still smiling with joy. I don't remember ever being this happy.

"Come on Fable, we need to write the report." I say breaking the silence.

Before he could say anything I was already dragging him to the car. Putting the key in and starting the engine. We drove back to the station.

"You seem weird Chief." Wilson said.

"I'm worried about Chamber, and what he would do if he found this killer."

"Well, we will just have to wait and see."

When we got back to the station I jumped out of the car and went in. I sat down at my desk and opened a cabinet and pulled out two bottles.

"Bourbon or whiskey?" I ask Fable.

"You understand that we can't drink on the job."

"Fine, more for me."

I didn't care, it's not like the department would get rid of me. They tried once but failed miserably. I only drink when I am happy and it's not like I'm going to get drunk. I'm Irish and have never gotten drunk, and I've tried.

I went to the record player in our room which Fable insisted we didn't need. I put Elvis Presley's Jailhouse Rock in the machine and played it. This was my happy hour, I wanted nothing to ruin it.

"Who are you and what have you done with Chamber?"

"Come on Fable! This is a beautiful day!"

"You are the only person... Ever! To be happy there is a new serial killer on the loose." Fable said still in shock.

"Holy shit Fable, chill out this is normal."

"No it isn't! You are celebrating like you won the fucking lottery! " Fable said worried.

I grab a shot glass and pour some whiskey in it.

"Just relax Fable, this is my big chance for people to see that I'm not a bad person."

"What ever." He says taking the glass.

Easy for you to say, you aren't hated by everyone. He'd never understand, Fable grew up in a decent family and was treated well, he got good grades and was the top of his class in the academy. He's was liked by everyone. I also grew up in a decent family, I'm the eldest, the role model for my sister. The difference is that Fable's parents actually liked him, my parents couldn't get enough of my sister. They didn't really care what happened to me, my sister always tried to get them to remember me but I didn't give a damn what they thought.

It was just easier to get them off my back so I could do what I did, and that was killing those who did wrong. When I was caught, along with an angry mob my parents and my sister watched me being dragged off. I hated that they brought my sister but what I truly hated was how they looked at me, I saw eye's filled with joy.

"What's with the sudden pause?" Fable asked.

"Nothing, what are you doing?"

"We're doing the report remember, I just need to come up with the name."

"Of the killer?"

"Yeah can you think of anything?"

"Bloody Picasso." I said jokingly.

"No, how about Chainsaw Murderer or Pyramid Finger?" Fable said.

Then I started thinking of the scene of the crime, Then it hit me.

"You remember those cobalt gemstones right?"

"Yeah." Fable replied.

"How about the Cobalt Killer?" I said.

"Yeah, I like it."

"The Case of the Cobalt Killer."

The Cobalt Killer, I guess that's your name now. Interesting I just hope you don't bore me.