So much for the best laid plans of mice and men. I still proceed with my intents on developing the Doodler crimes in order to expose him, but there have been some surprising events this year– We all got treated to a windfall when Wes Dellinger mapped the crime scenes of the “Shadow Slayer” or “Phantom of Colonial Parkway.” Now we have all seen the recent article on the Visalia Ransacker. The difficulties there are enormous, since basically it is the Snelling murder alone with which he can be most vividly nailed. I have had feelers out for some time, even feet on the ground, but let’s see what comes of it.
The Visalia Ransacker case is a monumental task. Mapping the crime scenes accurately requires just as much time and detail as what I put into EAR/ONS. The difference, however, is the scope– and this is an enormous clue. The VR’s crimes were incredibly contained. They are south of the highway in the communities on both sides of the College of the Sequoias. Yet he remained ghostly, even when a couple of composites were drawn and published.
However, VR is supposed to be so distinctive in manner– buffalo-butted, if you’ll pardon the expression– knock-kneed, quite nuts in that he spoke to himself, chunky, military haircut, and by some thought to be genuinely tetched. This doesn’t jive with his marksmanship when McGowen encountered him late one night and the perp, believed to be the VR, shot McGowen’s flashlight right out of his hand.
There are many things that don’t add up– limited turf, excellent, cool shot, stands out like a sore thumb and yet careful prowler. He was so careful that apparently Prof. Claude Snelling’s daughter didn’t realize she was being stalked to the extent she was. One night a perp breaks into their home and takes her. Ruthless, the perp kills her father when he intervenes. He is believed to be the Ransacker.
Then he vanishes. There are theories– theories that he moved; suspicions that someone got even with him and he is dead.
It nevertheless remains amazing that so distinctive a figure as the composites show, in such a small town, never went identified. Visalia is another little Haddonfield.
The Ransacker was a prowling specter. The case needs to be developed extensively to finally reveal the Ransacker and his fate. He must have been an import to Visalia, but from where? He must have gone somewhere. But where? It’s time to look at both the big picture and the little ones. Then it is time to take up logistics.
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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester or Q Man. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.