For me the wait is a gripe. I am speaking about my previous post in which I said we will most likely have to wait until Halloween for DNA results on RAP. I thought it would be at most by the end of August, but the process takes time. The labs are processing much every month, and like the coffee business it is just a grind.
But with autumn tides approaching, that time of year of somber thoughts and wistful repose, it is perhaps best that the waiting time is used for reflections. I, for one, cannot resign myself to relax. I must be ready with much more of my investigation that has never been shared. If DNA is a negative match, then I will look like the Tasmanian Devil ripping into a hedge to get at the others. This does not make the prospect of a negative match a final word for me; only the beginning of much more intense operation that I do not look forward to.
There is no one more than me who is hoping the match is positive and the case is closed. Yes, I know it brings closure to many, but I must continue on beyond that. I remain in the hunt for others, some perhaps not so popular that they are the subject of much discussion. The web has proven ZERO help in trying to uncover the locations where NORCAL Rapist struck. With one of my trifecta’s solved, I have an edge to contacting the jurisdictions and asking the street name where the attacks occurred. That’s basically what I need to start. I can also contact the newspapers and see what they know. Without a major success, it is crickets. And I want NORCAL bad.
There are those who do not want the case solved. There are those who deeply do not want me to have solved it. I have been made aware of that for a couple of years. I did not know there was such a thing as active message boards anymore where alias names behind obsolete clipart icon profile photos could garner a measure of prestige by simply discussing the case and making claims they were on a grapevine with “LE”. I thought Myspace long ago destroyed the anonymous world of such places, and in turn Myspace had long perished to Facebook, where you had to be a real person. It is apparently in this anonymous cyber world where I am hated.
There are those who forget the web is for presentation. It is not reality. I was the first to present a detailed, real life modern investigation of EAR/ONS. This apparently upstaged those who made web discussions the reality. Like the true crime books ushered off the conveyor belts there were people who had suspects, and their interest did not go beyond wanting to prove their suspect. Others enjoy the thrill. One radio host told me that it seems some out there are like the audience in the O.J. Simpson trial. They never want the case to end.
Victims and their family, many others who have followed the case, have approached me and expressed their frustration at how EAR/ONS had little publicity until Q Files. Then suddenly EAR’s true calculating mind was revealed and he even had an appropriate handle– the real life Michael Myers. I have received such warm praise from them that it has made all the negative chat about me worth it.
For some the crime spree of EAR replays and replays like someone watching their favorite fright night movie. I was not a welcome character in the story especially if I should be like Dr. Loomis and fire the last bullet.
Unlike ZODIAC, EAR was never the subject of several high profiled investigative websites. Cliques hid behind those alias handles and obsolete clipart icon profile pictures. From those who had followed the case since the A&E message boards I have learned it was an incredibly vicious environment. There were and are many legitimate, sincere people on the message boards. There are those who have contributed significantly to solving popular questions that have arisen. Solving the background sounds in the telephone recording are a case in point. But the cyber nature of such a world could never be as substantive as boots on the ground investigation.
Because I am out there for real, I have encountered other, real boots on the ground investigators. Most cold case is processing. It is comparing incoming data to a few pieces of evidence distilled by the original investigators that would conclusively identify the miscreant. This is not the case here. The FBI and Air Force are instituting an impressive dragnet, the likes of which I don’t think have ever been seen. I’d like to write about it but daren’t at the time. Names that were once a staple of discussion on the topic of the investigation are long gone, replaced by new guys and new departments. They’re not getting the news coverage, but they are the real characters following the scent in Haddonfield. One such jurisdiction came to me and wanted to pursue my avenue of approach. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps there are those who troll the internet who do not like that the investigation has mounted upward and become a real life pursuit and not merely a topic for cyber discussion. They can no longer act as if they are the chosen conduit for recent events. I was directed to posts on some message board where law enforcement was being condemned because the poster believed that I was being given restricted information. It sounded like little Hotwheels collectors arguing over who got the Treasure Hunt.
Bringing attention to a case was never necessary for family members of ZODIAC’s victims or many other famous crime sprees because of their fame. But The Night Predator devolved into the night and despite the magnitude of his crime spree it was nothing compared to the magnitude of the night’s darkness. There are quite a few family members who have gone through a lot to warn Haddonfield of who was once afoot and had ravaged their families. But they really didn’t have a powerful outlet to do so. Only recently, as the case surges upward in the public conscious, have they had that ability. They have been greeted appropriately for their courage, but strangely they have met with criticism in that world of cyber based discussions.
I am very grateful that Q Files has been an integral part of the new era. I said I would make this a public case. It would be only for the web. No book. The purpose of all the details and analysis was to solve the case. Period. For many the events on the web are an end in themselves, and they cannot conceive that much of what I post on here and Q Files is only a distillation of what I encounter and must go through behind the scenes.
After a day of investigating, in one case being shaken down by a cop, of court searches, lawyer gossip, reporters giving me their calling card, film analysis after long travel hours, to get home and receive a message telling me that some user on a discussion board claims to know my real identity and that I am an alias for a private investigator in Alta Loma who wrote a book called Hot Prowl, I just have to giggle.
The number of messages I receive from, frankly, psychotics is amazing. They have EAR chasing them with a machete. He is the man next door. The man supposedly menacing them cannot simply be a creep you wouldn’t say “bug off” twice to. He has to be the supreme night stalker. These people don’t see mere leprechauns. They see King Brian himself. He is the Visalia Ransacker and he is preparing a gang a la Dickens’ Fagan to assail Visalia. Equally bizarre are the machinations of people who by virtue of incessantly discussing the topic think they are experts. Believe me, they contact me via email and always try and contextualize me downward as having done very little. One finally warned me that she was psychotic and I was to ignore her.
On the whole one gets tired of it all. The subject matter for me is not a front for a social club. I do not mix on the web. This is for presentation. I am out and about and have many other topics to tackle, some delayed because of this ghastly case.
So for me there is much anticipation. This will be an anxious autumn. But if a solution comes about near Halloween, near the night of evil Michael Myers, the real life version of which EAR/ONS has become, it will only give the case the much needed nail in the coffin it needs. And I will be very glad if I pulled the trigger.
Most of all there are those who do not want me to succeed with my prime POI because he is dead. They want EAR to be alive. They want him to be alive so he can pay for his crimes in jail. I understand. There is little satisfaction for me in succeeding. There is little sense of triumph because all my investigation distills down to putting a name on a dead man. I will have removed no threat from the street. I have spared no one harm’s way.
If I fail, many more names will be submitted, and I have the satisfaction of knowing that the wrecking angle will be pursued.
The crime spree still causes disbelief, even at an official level. No one really can fathom that the bogy man was real . . .and that he got away. No one wants the bogy man to escape. No one wants to see this turn into folklore and be the subject of book after book on suspects and personal journeys, each sitting next to books on Jack the Ripper, the ultimate cold case hidden behind the world of folklore.
There is indeed much for us to reflect upon. And I personally am aware many are reflecting because of me. They have seen the Q Files and my investigation. This has made RAP the most anticipated person of interest yet. My investigation was not a trite presentation used only to introduce some suspect. It was a massive undertaking presented first, and eventually the POIs went up. I do not relish the wait. But the result of the investigation on him were not lightly considered nor hastily presented.
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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.