Since 2012 I have been fairly convinced that my suspect was The ZODIAC. Over that period of time, though I was waylaid by my EAR/ONS investigation, I have refined the suspect’s qualifications to be the infamous braggart, The ‘Zodiac’ Killer. I then went straight for handwriting comparisons.
Little things emerged from the shadows. They infer. Like all inferences worth anything they point us toward the next step. They are not an end in themselves. Some of the most interesting facts are within the group of people he was around. It is not surprising clues are contained here. Had they been overt in ZODIAC’s life he would have stood out more as a suspect. The fact that such a publicized crime spree has gone unsolved tell us, of course, that it was in and of itself quite complex behind-the-scenes.
For example: victim Darlene Ferrin seems to have been a carbon copy in many respects of his own mother. By the time she was 45, she had one son (illegitimate; him obviously) had been married 3 times, divorced once, the other died within weeks of the marriage, married a third, though still using her first husband’s surname on the license rather than the name of her second and quickly-dead husband’s surname. Considering that she had met her second, short-lived husband through her first husband, then he ends up dead after a secret marriage in Missouri, it is not surprising that she fled Kansas society with her teenage son. To San Francisco she came. She soon married a draftsman in Nevada.
By the time her son, the object of my interest, went to college, he had been raised around Air Force and aircraft, then as a teen, saw the complexities of a draftsman’s work– the inks and pens used, the paper, the slant of the draftsman’s board. After a somewhat disappointing Air Force career was cut short, he returned to a San Francisco his mother had now left. He didn’t stay long. The Summer of Love was in full swing and it was not a San Fran he would know. It was a promiscuous, bizarre place.
He moved east, but he still needed to drive through the east bay area in order to visit momma. This marriage wouldn’t last. She would eventually divorce yet again and marry another. Where she met them, I do not know. She was a beautician. She had been that since she was a teen. She never wanted another kid, and her son was a bit of a surprise. The father was a doctor’s son, and it seems she wasn’t from the right side of the tracks for the doctor’s family.
Such clues are indeed curious.
Her husband during her San Francisco sojourn had been a draftsman for the steel companies. He worked on drafting east bay projects, and for all I know he may have been involved in the new Humble Oil Refinery in Benicia. If so, he would have been drafting all the piping. How many times he visited the area while it was under construction I do not know, if any. But it is another possible connection with the area and ZODIAC. He also liked to hunt in the foothills.
Such things lead me on in a difficult case. A solution for such a case cannot be so simplistic as “daddy did it.” ZODIAC altered his handwriting. He took care to hide clues, but the sum total of research on my suspect reveals many sources for inspiration– for his poison pen paper, sketches of bombs, locations of attacks, and perhaps even a motive for vengefully killing the female victims but quickly dispatching the male victims. Perhaps also for why he shifted his MO and attacked only a lone male cab driver in San Francisco.
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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.