Detective Kelly Caswell sat at her desk preparing the latest case file for homicide. She was head detective on the latest murder. A new killer had sprung up this past month.

“Hey Caswell, Montgomery wants you in the briefing room ASAP,” Stevenson said.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Should I deliver it singing telegram style or in a nice stationary note?”

“I think if you did either I’d be preparing your murder file.”

Stevenson laughed.

“Okay I’m ready.”

They walked together to the briefing room. Montgomery was Caswell and Stevenson’s superior, head of the homicide department.

“Ah Caswell so good to grace us with your presence,” Montgomery said.

“You said two sharp.” She looked at the clock and as if on cue it clicked to two. Stevenson and the other officers stifled their laughter. She handed a manila folder to Montgomery with a triumphant smile and had Stevenson hand the other folders out to everyone else.

“Okay everyone our latest serial killer has killed five. The murder scenes have the calling card of as I call him ‘the icicle killer.’”

“Him? How do you know the killer is male?” Montgomery asked.

“Well, if you look at victim number five he was six foot five and weighed almost three hundred pounds. In order to drive the murder weapon, in this case an icicle, though the heart, a male would have the sufficient strength to drive it through the chest. At each scene the victim was stabbed through the heart by an icicle leaving no evidence because the icicle melted.”

“Was there evidence of a struggle?” a officer asked.

“To a certain extent yes. Each victim was hit by a blunt object in the back of the head, weakening them so that the killer could kill them. The object was a chunk of ice. Evidence of the object was found near the victim. There was also no evidence of a break in, so our killer is precise. He stalks his victim, learns their ways and habits so that he can break in undetected.”

“So premeditated murder,” Stevenson said.

“Exactly, this killer is smart and there’s nothing stopping him from striking again. It is also my assumption that the killer may believe he’s killing for a noble cause. Background checks on the victims indicate anomalies like compulsive gambling, unfaithful marital affairs, and others. But make no mistake I think that he will kill again.”

Meanwhile a dark figure stood in the cold watching a house. In the winter it wasn’t strange for someone to wear a black ski mask or a dark coat. Good for him because he wanted to disguise himself, bad for the person he was going to kill.

He looked up at the icicles. He had been watching them grow in length for days and waiting for the perfect one. The house was an easy break in. He walked up to it and took down the icicle gently. Taking out a knife he sharpened the icicle to perfection creating the perfect point. Tonight was the night; grabbing a chunk of ice he went to the house. This person disgusted him. A dirty politician who took money away from charities and used it to buy a new boat. Sickening, he thought.

Inside the house he gently set down the icicle and with the chunk of ice in hand crept up to his victim. The ice connected with the head shattering a part of the ice. The politician fell to the floor unconscious.

“Out cold,” the killer said. “How ironic.”

The killer laughed to himself. He grabbed the icicle and kneeled down next to his victim.

“Roland Downing your duty as a politician is no longer needed. Just remember when you are burning in the fiery embers of hell, that you were condemned there by the coldness in attitude toward humanity and the frigid icicle of justice.”

With that the killer plunged the icicle into the heart of his victim killing him almost instantly. The icicle tearing through flesh excited him giving him a rush. Blood created a pool around the body and the killer left the house a quietly as he entered.

Author’s note: Hope you like the story so far. Chapter 2 we’ll head to the murder scene where Detective Caswell discovers something unusual. It seems that fictionpress ate the rest of the chapters, so I have to retype the stories using the original, hand-written draft.