Changing Fortunes– The Zodiac Killer

When I first tread into True Crime in 2010 the case of the Zodiac Killer was quickly tanking. It had received a blast of popular interest because of the 2007 movie, but with popularity came all sorts of contention, as I understand it, amongst those who followed the case. I completely missed all that, for which I am grateful. I entered True Crime concentrating on Jack the Ripper. In 2012 I openly entered the Zodiac case investigation.

Media wise the Zodiac Killer case was far out of the limelight. A few of those involved were rather nice to me, though many did not understand my “different take” on the topic. Compared to EAR/ONS, Zodiac was nothing. EAR/ONS was fomenting and now has entered the limelight.

According to my analytics, however, The Zodiac case is returning in popularity. It could be because next year is the 50th anniversary of the case. That will always set the news off, but only next year. It is going on now, and so I must assume the interest to be cyclical. I would like to flatter myself and say it is just my “different take” that has finally caught on, but I think it truly is cyclical, and now that more return to think about the case they visit as much cyber stuff as they can on it.

Lake_Berryessa_Suspec sketch

They should marvel about it the case. The Zodiac swung along the spectrum from bungling perpetration to cerebral game playing. He was a truly bizarre braggart in the annals of crime. On Q Files I limit myself to purely official investigative material, my own investigation, and to those pearls of great price that others have uncovered. What Ricardo Gomez discovered in 2008 was particularly good.

So for all those following me now, just a note to remind you that The Quester Files section on Zodiac remains that “different take” because I did not follow the narrative. I limited myself to investigative material. This led me to my POI, and my investigation has refined him into the most likely candidate.

My web site has allowed me to reestablish the original foundation, so we can start all over fresh again and follow the trail of the most pompous killer in history. The popular folklore has built Zodiac up into such an arch villain, that it has undermined the  process of elimination. It has caused people (and perhaps even official investigators) to doubt the DNA profile and the bloody fingerprints in Stine’s cab—what both Toschi and Armstrong considered conclusive.

Soon I hope to move forward with the formal turn-in of my suspect “Steve Beard.” As I write the dossier (or thesis) I will share some outcroppings here, some things I have never outlined before. But I think some can be shared. The thesis will be different from HorrorScope. The thesis goes right for the throat.

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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.


The Last Dinosaur . . .

It’s not a great movie, but 1978’s The Last Dinosaur captured a spirt few CGI masterpieces can. It is mankind’s hunt for the last dinosaur. It is very Rice-Burroughs in its precepts– a lost land in the glacial areas heated by volcanoes. It implicitly reflects our own beliefs that in real life we hunted the last of them to extinction. They exist now only where we have not been.  And now, under the guise or delusion of merely wanting to study one, the last great white hunter sets off to nail T-Rex.

Is there any hope left for us that some of us today might be able to embark on such a Rice-Burroughs adventure to find the last dinosaur? We hear of a brontosaurus living in the Congo. We hear a couple different kinds may live in New Guinea. We hear of the giant salamander of the north, some warm blooded reptile that can survive in cold conditions. We have heard of the wonders of the warm arctic valley, the “Lost” or “Headless Nahanni” in the upper reaches of Canada. We take comfort in the discovery of the Komodo Dragon. Can there still be a dinosaur left to be found?

There are those who believe that the story of St. George and the Dragan revolves around the search for one of the last surviving  Baryonyx. Biblically there is the description of Behemoth, whose tail can wipe out trees. There is Leviathan, whose breath is burning smoke.

Extinction is not the natural process of living organism. If it is adapted and relatively free of predators the species will go on. Simply because people may believe species lived a long time ago doesn’t mean they can’t be alive today. Thus in our art, which reflects our hopes, we create lands “of the lost” where ancient creatures have been cut off from the march of progress and remain in a stable environment. Here we discover dinosaurs.

But in the real world, certainly in the last 1,000 years, many such lands truly existed. There was still a chance for some dinosaurs to be living.



The story of St. George and the Dragon, and frankly any story of a fire-breathing dragon, has always captured popular imagination. But it has captured scientific curiosity because of the fire-breathing claims. How could someone make up such an attribute unless they had truly seen it?

Chemical heat in biologic critters is an old story. The Bombardier Beatle of Arizona is frequently raised. It has two glands in its abdomen. They are divided into chambers. Each gland has a tail pipe, so to speak. In the inner chamber is hydroquinone and hydrogen peroxide. This is moved forward into the firing chamber where a solution of 40 to 60 percent catalase and peroxidase mixes with it. When the tailpipes shoot this out and it hits oxygen there is a burning explosion up to 212 degrees Fahrenheit.  It is powerful enough to back off a bobcat.

A few dinosaur skulls have such unidentified chambers that could accommodate such glands.

Is there still a chance to hunt a “dragon”– a dinosaur? For Westerners the stories remain those of only distance glimpses, brief shadows. But there is no discovery. No one goes to look. No one follows the clues. Yet I dare say some very intriguing adventures await us. . . .if we would only reach out.

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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.

BigFoot vs BigFeet– How White Man Wiped out the Indian Truth

This article’s purpose is not to define what constitutes “primitive” in languages. There is, however, a great difference between modern and tribal languages. The languages of tribal peoples reveal they do not think in abstract. There is no such thing as “classifications” to them. The Baikiri of the Amazon are a classic example. They have a name for every type of parrot and palm tree there is. But they have no name for the genus parrot or the genus palm. There simply is no classifying. They have far more words than we do, but no words that reflect classification. The most “primitive” languages are incredibly complex, but they are descriptive, not abstract.

White Man pops up and notices this. He classifies the lack of thinking in abstract as more primitive. But it is a truth than when it comes to descriptive, modern advanced languages are not as complex. Language reflects thought. We don’t think in details. Perhaps we think too much in abstract?

Anyway, the point here is something quite serious for Bigfooters. Yes, sorry True Crime guys, but I pursue the truth here even in this topic. Recasting Bigfoot put much in order supporting the Indian tribal statements regarding two tribes of Sasquatch Men. Those who just read titles and only classify were aghast I wrote about this topic. Figure the verb “recasting” in there and you’ll understand why I am The Most Hated Man in Bigfootery.

In any case, one thing I didn’t touch on in Recasting Bigfoot was the attitude of tribal people NOT to classify. Logic and comparative analysis of many journals and sightings underscored the truth of what the Indians had told the Whites. But most Whites, especially those Bigfooters who came later, did not understand the attitude of such people and how it expresses itself in the mechanism of language.

The Indian tribes of the Pacific Northwest, despite being very international in outlook, did not think in abstract. They thought in descriptives. When every tribe spoke of different types of people and animal-like humans in the forests, they meant it. And they were more qualified than the Whites, who tended to classify. They noticed more distinctions, since they thought along the complex lines of describing everything as distinct and unique.

When the Salis Indians told J.W. Burns, the Indian agent, of the “Sasquatch Man” they were careful to say there were two tribes. For them to say this meant a lot. This meant that there were two distinctly different kinds of Sasquatch men, but they were very similar. One could speak something akin to Douglas. One was more animalistic and could not speak. Both were around 6.5 feet tall.

This was Sasquatch Man. They existed amongst other strange hairy men and animals in the forest.

But J.W. Burns was a White Man. He tended to classify. He took “Saskahaua George” (pronounced Saskahaua Chotch) and reduced it to Sasquatch. Fascinated by the stories he told, more Whites took interest. Soon Sasquatch was the sole species out there, the giant hairy Indian turned into a charming folklore. Over time Whites reclassified and Sasquatch became Bigfoot, a giant bipedal North American Ape.


Yet none of this was based on the meticulous descriptive minds of the Indians. There were two tribes of Sasquatch and one was human. Dividing them, they seem to be a human and an anthropoid very similar. Indian artwork bears this out. The Indians also described the Dsonoqua, which was not a Sasquatch; Skoocoom, too, appears to be different. I’m not going to go over the thesis of Recasting Bigfoot here.

The point is that when Indians made such careful distinctions they were reflecting the dominant trait in all tribal languages: a complex ability to divide and describe between minutiae. It is something that developed languages don’t display, though some vary. For instance, English is much better describing tenses of action than French, but French is far superior at describing shades of color. In like manner, the ancient Indians and other peoples were very good at describing all details of distinction.

When they divided between Sasquatch and Skoocoom, Dsonoqua, and barbaric, primitive tribes of hairy men, they meant it; and far more than Whites they were capable of making the distinction.

This makes that human tribe of Sasquatch very intriguing. It is so akin to some anthropoid that both were actually classified, even by the Indians, as something very similar in appearance but still different in character.


Our image of Bigfoot.

White Man and not Indians have sired the modern folklore of the single-o Gigantopithicus Bigfoot. It is a classification that wiped out the details of more than one type of anthropoid and even humans existing in the deep forests and mountains of the Pacific Northwest. The generation of Indians that still remembered has sadly died off. Their descendants have begun to think along White Man’s ways of classification. Fortunately, the tribal art of their ancestors still preserves their complex ability to describe and differentiate in details. We can still collate this art with the old stories to reveal how accurate much of the stories were.

We still do not have Bigfoot captured because we seek a classification so far out that it is folklore. We are looking for a giant in the wrong place (they ain’t in Philadelphia), when we should have been looking for more than one thing, much shorter, one much more human and one much more intriguing.

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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.

EAR/ONS Investigation– The Pedigree of a Modern True Crime Phenomenon

I only refer to message boards when condemning a core group of alias names and obsolete clipart icon profile photos for some of their comments. As a result those who have never had personal contact with me may think that this is my only regard for others out there interested in EAR. I think it appropriate here to acknowledge the level of my regard for many others, those careful and dedicated.

In the beginning . . .there was only one website on the web, put up by Robert Neville. It had only the thin basics of the incidents and he tried to work out attack locations as best as he could. J.J. MacGregor had a section up too on a website, placing up as many newspaper articles as he could and also trying to estimate attack locations. Both were indispensable. Indeed they were groundbreaking.

They were islands of sobriety amidst a sea of strange buffs. After I put up Q Files, in response to my own boots-on-the-ground investigation and analysis, I was surprised to be introduced to many people who had a long interest in the case. Dozens, literally, dozens of people– including victims– joined me on Facebook or emailed me, telling me of their horrendous experience online. Each had a unique condemnation for the message boards where alias names spouted their gospel.

I had lamented that there really were no dominant websites on the topic of EAR/ONS. Unlike ZODIAC, where the topic was dominated by names and their websites, the alias world of the message boards seemed to dominate EAR/ONS.

Much has happened since then. Now there are more websites, some very good layouts and details. Those interested in the topic should surf them all. Those who took the time and resources to do them should be thanked greatly.

Since then Michelle Cruz and Debbie Domingo have become quite involved, both family members of murder victims. They have taken heat by some involved in alias drive-by piety. They have been condemned as “professional victims” when they are the furthest thing from. I have encountered professional victims. It is not a pretty sight. Debbie has made herself speak about her own mother’s death, and Michelle has spoken about the death of her own dear sister. This is not something they relish.

News media needs someone around which to build a story. As such, Debbie and Michelle have become cornerstones to help get the case recognized. This, of course, makes them the center of attack by those who really aren’t involved in a substantive way. These members of the audience judge only from what is presented, not rationally from their own involvement. It has not been easy for Michelle and Debbie.  The strange misplaced pious insults are only yet another wound put on them in a period of over 30 years. No one endures this just to get attention.


Prior to websites there was no choice for those interested but to try and navigate a very alias world online. Many of them are very careful, dedicated researchers. Each in their way tried to bring clarity and sobriety. They may have lurked on the boards more than dominated. But they were bold and sincere. One, perhaps the only, even got into the restricted community in Dana Point, and lent me her pictures.  During one online argument over what happened at Victim 9’s, she went out into the slough behind the house and took many detailed pictures of a part I had not walked. This is investigating.

I’m told the A&E message board (in the very early days) was so rancid that it prompted A&E to ask Michelle McNamara to look into the topic. She soon became the focus of buffs, toadies, and critics, and retreated to a more private investigation. Unfortunately, I cannot do that. I have said my investigation would be as public as possible.

As the websites gain in momentum, the nasty alias world of cyber “buffs” dwindles. This is to everybody’s benefit. But such names as Robert Neville, J.J. MacGregor, Debbie Domingo, Michelle Cruz, Jane Sandler (Victim 5), and Michelle McNamara should be remembered with distinction. They tried to bring the spotlight to a case few appreciated until the websites started to bring interest and clarity to the topic.

Ultimately, none of this would have achieved any lasting momentum without 2 of the original detectives from the long-spanning case having come forward. Each wrote books, bringing to the public many more details. These are, of course, Lt. Larry Crompton (Sudden Terror) and Lt. Richard Shelby (Hunting a Psychopath). Because they are both self published works, they did not gain the circulation that their contents merit. But they are indispensable. There are no 2 others who have done as much to get this case recognized. Any foundation that has been built has been built upon their work. If you do not give up, you do not fail. Neither gave up, even decades after their retirement.

I believe it still strikes all involved as astounding that such a case as this was ever forgotten; that it was so broad it was hidden by the scope of its enormity. It took 20 years for law enforcement to piece all of it together. It took many more years for others to try and present it on the web. They should not be forgotten. Those who come after and take detailed websites for granted do not know what those involved had to wade through just to try and bring out the facts in this case. The audience only sees the end result. They don’t understand the work and pain that went into it. They should never forget the names mentioned here nor allow anyone to lightly tread on their reputations.

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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.

Stalking EAR/ONS in Detail

Q Files is huge and the pages on it quite elaborate with photo icons, lytebox popups, and all sorts of other stuff that does not facilitate making it quick to put up another page or rearrange one significantly. The purpose of this intro? I think it is easier, though perhaps not as picturesque, to backwork EAR’s movements in one particular case based on recent detailed information.

The victim– No. 32. The place: Little Pocket, Sacramento. She lived on Piedmont Drive, her house backed the levee. She is 16. It is already dark. She babysits for the local families, those that know her well. She gets a call from Mrs. W. It’s last minute.


Piedmont Drive, looking toward Casilada Way.

She’s on her way. It is only a short distance. Her blond Farah Fawcett is kinda limp after the long day, but like Lori Strode in Halloween she was the kind to babysit. She was available, sweet, nice.

Off she goes from her Piedmont Drive home. A short walk and there she is at Casilada Way. She walks along in the evening air. Several house down she comes to the nice two story home.


On Piedmont, looking down Casilada Way. The street curves. It is impossible to see where anybody goes from this vantage let alone from the levee.

The W’s entrust her with their kid and off they go. It is a typical 1978 evening. . . . except the EAR kicks in the door and rapes her. She becomes Victim No. 32. The official last victim in Sacramento. Little Pocket was off the EAR’s usual turf. Like with Victim 22 on 4th Parkway, this attack does not mark a new comfort zone. EAR rather starts tacking back and forth between Modesto and Davis and soon after that he starts hitting far away in Concord.

The details most of you know, of that strange and tragic night, so there is no need to repeat them here. But the sequence of events allows us to backwork EAR’s actions in detail. . . to a point. Combined with other attacks– such as Victim 14 on Thornwood– we can venture how EAR arrived at some attack sites rather early. In some secluded place he lurked and waited.

This night was it in the bushes by the levee? Was it in the yard of an empty house? Was he parked in a car or van and watching the street?

I must ask because it is evident from the accumulated evidence that Victim 32 was the intended victim. Her house was along the levee– prime EAR tactical territory. The house had been receiving hang-up phone calls– another sign. But she had been called away last minute to a house not in view of her own house. How did EAR follow her?


Much further down Casilada Way.

Logically, we must assume he saw her leave and walk down Casilada Way. This tends to favor that he was parked outside or in an opposite yard. It would be impossible for him to see what house she went to from some viewing point in the bushes along the levee or in a neighbor’s yard looking down Casilada Way. He either stalked carefully along the street a little and saw the house into which she entered or he started his jalopy and cruised by innocently.

It does not seem practical that he went roaming for her and just happened to find her.

The alternative is frightening. This alternative is that EAR knew the call had come in. There are those that want to believe EAR worked for Pac Bell or was in some capacity to get all the phone numbers easily. What kind of equipment would he need in the field to know such a call had come into his intended victim and likewise to hear the name of the W’s so that he knew to which house she was going? But what kind of capacity was he in to allow him to travel around the state? It is hard to fathom. Rather he just seems a careful stalker.

There are those who want to believe that the jogger seen quite distant to Piedmont was EAR. He was seen at Minnow’s Hole, a fishing spot in the bend of the river. If him, this would only reinforce that EAR came quite a distance along the levee, intending to strike his victim along the levee, leave, and go back to his car which was parked far away and could never be associated with the attack.

If this is the case, though, how did EAR see where the victim went down the street? Somehow it would seem he was out front somewhere . . .or he had another means of knowing.

Attacks like No. 32 shed lots of light on EAR’s detailed movements. It is not enough that we have his shoeprints from neighbors’ yards. These only tell us how he walked through yards. The Little Pocket attack gives us some clues why he made some of the moves he made.

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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.

God’s Treasure

I cannot tell you when the obsession began– most likely with the crusades– to find the lost treasure of Solomon’s temple from Jerusalem. We all know Titus took the holy ornaments– the menorah, the showbread table, horns, and candlesticks– after the sack of Jerusalem in 70 AD. They were paraded along with him in his Triumph back in Rome. His triumphal arch is decorated with the frieze of the sacred utensils being paraded into Rome. This is the last and only remaining tangible notation we have. Roman annalists tell us the golden treasure was placed in his father Vespasian’s Temple of Peace in the Forum.


The last tangible sight we have of them– being paraded into Rome with Titus in his Triumph.

From there all we have is a vapor of smoke. No one knows what happened to them. Did they melt when that temple burned? Did they get destroyed at some later date, with some fire that swept Rome? Were they carted off by the Goths or the Vandals when Rome itself was finally sacked hundreds of years after Titus’ triumph?

Nobody knows.

But many like to believe that the objects from the holy temple survived. Some have even sought them. After the Crusades there are numerous mentions of Solomonic objects in Rome. But that most likely is due to the fact that Crusaders mistook Byzantine art for ancient Jewish art, and when in Rome recognized Byzantine gifts to the Popes and the city.

The best place to start a search is to determine where the treasure cannot be, if it survived.

The most common theory is that Alaric took the treasure with him after he sacked Rome in 410 AD.  It lies buried with him in his secret tomb near Cosentia. The problem with this is that Rome was a Christian city for quite sometime prior to its sacking. The sacred implements of the Temple at Jerusalem would have been no secret. They would have been openly revered. Yet no writers speak of having seen them. Well, we will look into that as these posts unfold.

Another theory is that the Vandals took them in 455 AD after they sacked Rome. They lie buried in Tunisia somewhere. The same arguments as above apply. Why do we not have any clear information on the existence of the temple treasures during the Christian era of Rome before it was sacked?

Pagan and Christian Rome skillfully intertwine. Caesar’s statue is still adorned with flowers on the Ides of March. Despite becoming a Christian city, it was still a city that had conquered the world and its people were proud of its past. How could such a famous loot as the treasures from the Temple at Jerusalem be lost?  


Some may wish to believe that they were kept secret by the ranking clergy. There’s always those who wish to believe in arcane rituals and conspiracy. But it is also a fact that we have no record from the pagan Romans as to when (if) the temple treasures were destroyed.  They were quite a prize, remember. It is strange they had been forgotten, even by the pagan Romans before the city converted.

To those of faith the temple treasures were “forgotten” by men by the direct act of God in order to preserve them for their rediscovery. Therefore it is most likely they still exist; in a cave somewhere or, as is popular to believe, behind locked doors at Rome’s first church– St. John’s in Lateran.

A Jewish traveler Benjamin of Tudela noted that bronze columns from the Temple of Jerusalem were standing in St. John’s. This, of course, reinforced the notion that more could be behind the great bronze doors at the basilica which marked off-limits areas.

Others believe that the treasures were taken back to Israel and lie neglected and forgotten in the Palestinian zone, under the ground in an ancient cave. This belief hinges on the statement that the objects were seen being paraded through Constantinople during crusader times as they were being taken back.

Yet what exact treasures were really seen? Benjamin of Tudela clearly saw twisted Byzantine bronze columns that were gifted to Rome. He was told they were Solomonic because Crusaders had come to consider any old Byzantine work seen in the Holy Land to be ancient Jewish and even Herodian. In like manner those who claim they saw the treasure may have actually been seeing something else.

St. Giovanni in Laterano


Hundreds of years ago, when a new apse was built into the reconstructed St. John’s, a bold inscription was carved advertising what it contained.

“Titus and Vespasian had this ark and the candelabrum and. . . the four columns here present taken from the Jews in Jerusalem and brought to Rome.”

A bold statement that does not, however, highlight the temple treasures. Those bronze columns are, once again, easily identifiable as Byzantine. What were the other objects? Where are they?

Everything starts at Rome. It is my favorite city. I know it well. Within the walls I have walked everywhere. Here in Rome we must begin. and to begin we must try and explain how the actual temple treasures could have survived into Christian times and their location not have been known with precision, and their shiny glory not revered.

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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.

Boots vs Cyber– EAR/ONS

To take a break and relax from all the topics I investigate, I said I would get down straight every address and street of EAR’s victims. Of course, exact addresses and names will not be shared. I think there are many who know most of them, but there is a disagreement over a few. This is complicated mostly by some who imply they have inside information, but they clearly say things that don’t fit the narrative.  Victim No 17 couldn’t remember the street she had lived on. “Inside” information goes only so far. Original detectives themselves have disagreed on recollections about streets, raising questions about those who claim definitive “insides.” La Loma and El Segundo have both been stated as the location of Attack No. 6. There are a few others. Sometimes the house that is usually claimed to be a victim’s house doesn’t fit the narrative. For example, the attack on Greenleaf. Though I know the victim’s name, there is much that remains unclarified as to how they got to the slough.

In terms of understanding EAR’s Stalking MO, the exact house is not important anymore. The great body of his record shows how he operated. But a few details might still be gleaned from knowing all addresses which may aid the investigation.

My canvass through the records of the neighborhoods has revealed much in terms of the occupations of all those on the streets and cross streets. An examination of the neighbors may help explain why EAR broke his pattern at times and struck a home (such as on College View) that doesn’t fit his usual MO.

Photo thanks to another researcher who walked the slough behind Greenleaf. 


Remember, EAR stalked the whole neighborhood. He often started at a canal, field, school, park, CATs corridor, and when not finding a suitable victim worked his way deeper into the community. In essence, he started somewhere where he blended in, then refined the community by stalking deeper inside it.

It is good to exorcise the gray and ferret cells in order to keep them in mode. So despite the greater body of his crime spree being known some exactness brought to a few cases won’t hurt, and will keep us all in form.

The case of No 32 has already been mentioned, and how a canvass indicated EAR followed her some length of way on the street.

Confusion remains over the street of Attack No 6. Crompton says La Loma. Shelby says El Segundo. Richard Shelby’s memory has raised questions over the street of No. 20. Merlindale is often cited, but the “Mrs Simmons” he remembers as selling the victims the house can be easily traced, including her address on Envoy Way, a cross street with Merlindale. The house’s most significant walls are indeed the west and south wall, which she told investigators the “strange realtor” was interested in. There is no authoritative statement regarding the Modesto attack cited as Grand Prix.

Woodson Avenue has presented a few problems.  There was no “young car salesman” who moved into the street in 1977. The house implied belonged to a young Air Force officer.  Maybe he moonlighted in selling cars, but there is no record.  Shelby’s memory is a bit skewed here. Houses on Woodson go back to the early 60s. Only one section of it was under construction. There is no State Patrol officer in a house backing Woodson. A suspicious car was seen cruising Woodson. The neighbors had their house under construction and checked on it every evening. This sounds like the general contractor who was building his house. Still, the Air Force man lived next door to this.

I was able to identify No 22 exactly, but it sure wasn’t the corner house as many have implied. The empty lot and the highway fence have no relevance to it at all, so that one must wonder if that is a correct recollection the hound was probably smelling an old trail. Why would EAR park on the highway and risk getting tagged by the Highway Patrol? If EAR had parked there during the day, he had some authorization sticker which kept the CHP from bothering the car– Cal Trans, Tree Service. A Tree Service supervisor lived on 4th Parkway.

Canvassing a neighborhood 40 years after the fact and comparing the data to memories and narratives raises many curious questions.

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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.