So How Smart was The ZODIAC?

To Captain Marty Lee, SF’s chief of detectives on the case, Zodiac was some misplaced fat paperhanger with too much time on his hands. Vallejo’s Captain Wade Bird declared: “I think he’ll prove to be a genius who got so far out he went over the edge.” Roy Conway, one of Vallejo’s detectives, thought Zodiac a spontaneous thrill killer who got lucky. These are only a few opinions, but they represent the wide spectrum of opinions. In essence they confuse Zodiac’s perpetration of his crimes with his skillful game playing with the media. It is with the latter that the Zodiac Killer truly showed his shrewdness. But the perpetration of his crimes was actually quite clumsy.

Does this give us a chance, a hope at any rate, that SFPD is right: they have his fingerprints? Forensics lifted prints off the overhead handle bar in Stine’s cab and off the outside handle on the door. They were bloody prints, and this reinforced to SFPD that they had to be Zodiac’s. The 2 police officers quickly at the scene of Washington and Cherry insisted they secured the area and kept back people. Officially that remains the word with SFPD, but Napa and Vallejo weren’t so certain. Crime scene contamination happens. There’s always some weirdo around who wants to peak or some good citizen who leans in and thinks they can help.

Contemporary photo of witnesses' home across street

The witnesses looked out from these windows across the street to where they saw Zodiac in Stine’s parked taxi.

There were reasons why Vallejo and Napa had reservations.” The kids– the witnesses– clearly described the “cab killer” as wiping down the inside of the cab’s dash and then the outside. This indicates that Zodiac removed his prints. On the other hand, SFPD could rightly say this would be unnecessary if Zodiac had worn gloves. So, ultimately, it does appear as if Zodiac could have left those bloody fingerprints, and the couple they lifted are those he forgot to wipe away.

If Zodiac left fingerprints in Stine’s cab, he was truly clumsy. But it was a pointblank bloody affair, and I don’t think Zodiac was expecting the gore that had resulted. He had to act quickly, and in his rush he may have made a serious mistake.

Zodiac’s hood reveals how self indulgent he was– but this does not translate to excessive care at a crime scene


SF’s prints at least prove potentially to be a good piece of evidence to identify Zodiac or eliminate a person of interest. SFPD compared all of their POIs prints to these. Each one was eliminated, including Leigh Allen.

But . . . SFPD also checked handwriting with all their suspects. This reveals a tad of skepticism that those prints were Zodiac’s. Each of those whose handwriting was checked was also eliminated. This rings true with all the jurisdictions and their POIs. Zodiac may have been clumsy enough to have left prints behind, and bold enough to have repeatedly given the police his handwriting, but he made sure he was far outside of the dragnet. That reveals a certain amount of cleverness before he even started his crime spree, however clumsy the perpetration of his crimes.

Of more interest is Zodiac DNA. As careful as he might have been, he could not have foreseen the advent of forensic DNA science. At best, saliva from a licked stamp could reveal blood type, plus a couple of other things. A forensic examination of a sampling of stamps on the envelopes of Zodiac’s nasty missives lifted DNA.

We’ll look at this potential in our next post.

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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 ZODIAC’s Handwriting


In my thesis I must explain my process of elimination regarding the Zodiac Killer’s handwriting. It is not as easy as it seems. It is embedded in the narrative that Sherwood Morrill, then documents examiner for the State, could easily spot Zodiac’s distinctive hand printing merely from his bank deposit slip.

Too many variables have happened since then to indicate Zodiac took some trouble to disguise his hand writing. The extreme angle of his “r” and the slanted nature of his “d” are examples. But more importantly there are his last few letters. He had dropped the nefarious Zodiac moniker and wrote under various handles– a “friend” or “Citizen.” Lastly, it was “The Red Phantom.”

The Badlands Letter is blatantly Zodiac’s classic printing. The SLA note is quite similar. But the Red Phantom letter– the last in his corpus– is most at odds. It is probably closest to Zodiac’s natural handwriting. The 2 stroke “Y” is there, but it could be the “k” is the normal 2 stroke “k” and not the unusual 3 stroke “k” he usually made.


The tilted “d” and the slanted “r” are gone. Zodiac’s normal writing probably doesn’t have the 2 stroke “y” either, though it is present here. His natural 3 stroke “k” is probably nonexistent in his real writing. It is this letter rather than his others that probably approximates his normal writing.

But The Red Phantom Letter betrays Zodiac even more so by the envelope. It is clearly written by the same hand that had written the envelope for the earlier SLA note.

The Zodiac’s style– seldom an address for the Chronicle. Same style of form.

Zodiac was good at imitating. The envelope to the letter to Mel Belli reveals that too. Zodiac also had shifted his printing style in a couple of his letters, like the Belli Letter. In the beginning of the letter he is careful, and he is writing in very square script, then his usual slanted and apparently hurried scrawl takes over. Below, is an example of his usual hand printing.


The typical Zodiac letter above– where he confesses to Stine’s murder. We should not be fooled by this. We must look for something much more refined like The Red Phantom Letter.

So, as you can see, it is not so easy to truly track and be certain what was Zodiac’s natural handwriting. Looking at a suspect’s casual handwriting isn’t going to necessary reveal Zodiac to you. It won’t jump out at you.

To compound problems with my POI, one of his numerous stepfathers was a draftsman for a major steel company. Zodiac could clearly have learned a few tricks of angling his handwriting.

Since I am inspiring a hunt, inspiring hunters to follow my trail and go where only badges can go, I must lay this out, so they too are not misled by popular and false impressions of exactly what was Zodiac’s handwriting.

How smart was Zodiac truly? This is a factor that must be laid out next. Two pieces of evidence have been deemed good for eliminating a suspect. But some jurisdictions are not so certain about San Francisco’s own certainty that they have Zodiac’s prints and DNA. We must look at this next.

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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 Face of ZODIAC

The first step in a thesis to law enforcement concerning a person of interest is often not the first thing that is discovered in an investigation. In the case of a cold case where there is no more than some composites, it is necessary to uncover just which composite (or sets) are truly the most accurate.  Naturally, this is important since it gives us the face of a perpetrator that is otherwise a phantom.

This can take some doing. For the appearance on the sketch must be interpreted according to the conditions under which the witness saw the suspect. Cases (like EAR/ONS) that have many sketches can be daunting, but there is a chance of finally averaging out the best sketches. For the case at hand– The Zodiac– there are only a few.

The last sketch is the most famous, but it is unquestionably the most inaccurate. Combined with the depth of the footprints at Lake Berryessa and the witnesses’ descriptions (including Mageau at Blue Rock Springs) we know Zodiac was quite heavyset with a big face. The circumstances of the SF witnesses (kids in their early teens) tell us that they saw Zodiac by Stine’s cab from a downward angle– thus making his face look more angular. Officer Fouke saw him in the darkness from a seated position, and thus Zodiac may have looked older. Neither could be accurate. Those witnesses who heard Zodiac’s voice knew he had a young voice.


The most useless composite imaginable. It nevertheless has become the face of The Zodiac Killer.   

We are left with only the Lake Berryessa composite, which is the first. This gives us the big face, the stylized hair, and the heavyset young man. The circumstances were daylight, prolonged view, and at least 3 adult witnesses. The circumstances indicate that this young man was probably waiting around for the 3 coeds to leave. Nearby there was a couple– and they fit Zodiac’s signature type of victim.

Lake_Berryessa_Suspec sketch

Probably the most accurate view of the Zodiac. This still isn’t saying much. But this at least gives us a framework– small nose, high cheekbones, heavyset, young, a distinct part on the lower left side, no widow’s peak, straight brows angling up, relatively small ears, no glasses.

Sadly, the first sketch was obscured by the sketch made by San Francisco. SF’s sketch was made during the height of the media blitz and it replaced the original sketch made under much better conditions. No one following the SF sketch could ever identify The Zodiac Killer.

One cannot base a person of interest on looks alone. Yet so many “suspects” have been put forward in the Zodiac case merely because of a slight resemblance to the SF sketch and by the fact the suspect had worn similar glasses. One starts with the circumstances of the crime and then from there determines (based on all the evidence) just what the perp looked like. Then you start looking for persons of interest.

Amazingly, in my thesis I will have to point out why this sketch is the best. I must inspire the official investigators to want to follow through and follow the trail where only badges can go.

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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.


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.

HorrorScope Update– Cornering The Zodiac Killer.

As you know HorrorScope has been delayed, but it is all to a good purpose. I have one piece of the puzzle being sent me in the mail. After it is fitted into place, I will go forward with my dossier (unpublished) and submit it. Then, though this is not yet finalized, I think I should wait for the official results before publication. This I do not yet know if it is feasible.

My dossiers on EAR/ONS are welcomed, but I have only had one contact with the jurisdictions involved in the Zodiac case, and it is not at the DA level. I was asked to be very specific in my information, and I decided at that point to wait to submit it until I could show some serious hand printing.

Lake_Berryessa_Suspec sketch
Zodiac, the pudgy, boastful madman bragging of his murders.


I know many have waited years for this. My web section on Q files gets lots of traffic. But Zodiac was a once very popular cold case. It has ebbed and flowed and been subject to the carnival. I don’t intend to be simply another installment in that spectacle. I set out to solve these cases or contribute significantly thereto.

HorrorScope must set it all in order and present the case from the beginning, in its context, and then present the solution. The solution must simply not be some hype on the cover.

The solution is threefold– hand printing, fingerprints, and then a spot card from the coroner to compare DNA with the stamps on Zodiac’s envelopes.

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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.

HorrorScope– New Foreword on The ZODIAC Killer.

I have been agitated over the last week trying to rewrite the introduction to HorrorScope. Here is a rough draft of what shall become the final draft. The introduction to any of my books is always the first and last thing that I write and rewrite.

Foreword to HorrorScope— “This is the Zodiac Speaking” by Gian J. Quasar.


Civilization had never seen such a thing before. The fabric of American society was viewed as coming apart. National curiosity was now dissolving into national disdain and even national jitters. A counterculture within the younger generation was spreading like a contagion. They cast off the conformity of the “establishment” to become dropouts, long-haired hippies, anti-war flower children, and radical student yippies. San Francisco was the center. An elegant society tiptoed around the psychedelic flamboyance of peace, love, and drugs, wondering when this unnerving fad was going to ebb. Yet a year and a half after the momentous Summer of Love there was no end in sight. The river of youth had become a torrent, entering the city’s tenderloin and parks to reside in “Love-ins,” to adorn themselves in symbols, tie-dye, Indian feathers, to smoke hashish, and to hear the preaching of the Age of Aquarius.

There could be nothing more at a contrast to this mixture of giddy colors and staid culture, diamond tiaras, minks, and daisies behind the ear, than a midnight, lonely rural road near Vallejo, a utilitarian city across the bay. Shots rang out. Gun powder flashed. Two teenagers lay dead, a boy and a girl.

Now in December 1968 the mainstream youth still looked like their parents— clean cut guys with thick-rimmed glasses, and gals with elaborate coiffured hairdos like their mothers. They still necked at petting spots. This was an accepted “taboo.” Lovers’ lanes were still unofficially designated. These were the victims. The victims were John and Jane Q. Citizen, not tunic wearing gurus and licentious members of “Love-ins.” Kids at a petting spot on a backroad. Here the terror began. Like a drop that starts a ripple, it began here in this drab, unlikely place and grew wider and wider with each victim until it sent San Francisco and the metropolitan Bay Area into a panic.

At the height of the panic in the summer of 1969 the killer introduced himself to the public. Like a pompous comic strip villain he proclaimed:


This is the Zodiac Speaking


Throughout the frightful autumn that followed, boasting letters revealed a hideous villain with dark, misplaced humor, bragging after his murders, threatening more murders, then convoluting everything with threats to become a sniper, to plant bombs in order to wipe out school busses, and demanding appeasement. He had to be taken seriously. He had murdered, and the intricately drawn coded ciphers, hand drawn diagrams and maps he included with his deranged letters showed an obsessive and calculating mind that spent hours just on his terror campaign alone. A bizarre villain was being born in print and published in the newspapers and talked about on radio and on TV. He was The Zodiac. The name doesn’t reflect witty press sensationalism nor is it a catchy police moniker. He is, in fact, only one of a few serial killers to give himself his own handle. It reflects his own megalomania as the celestial controller of the game of fate, in his case the game of death.

Jubilation at murder wasn’t his only motive for writing his bragging letters. The killer rejoiced over the fact his victims would be his slaves in his afterlife, thereby invoking some primitive, arcane religion that seemed inspired by the esoteric mysticism of the disturbing hippie movement.

Playing upon the fears of the time may have been his motive, but by writing letter after letter he was needlessly taking risks, potentially giving clues that could lead to his capture. None of this was necessary to cover his identity. Indeed, its only purpose seemed the creation of his alter ego “The Zodiac.” For years he kept the Bay Area in suspense with his threats. “Be sure to print this part . . . or I’ll do my thing”— the threat not of a mystical maniac wanting more reincarnated slaves but paradoxically that of a cheap gunsel extorting fear.

Such contradictions, red herrings, and false clues would pepper his crime spree, making it impossible to figure out the heads or tails of his actual motive. One thing seems certain. He loved the image he put on paper, and the alter ego he created in print came to possess him in real life. For his only slaying in daytime he hid his face under a sinister black hood. It hung down incongruously over his shabby appearance and thereon was neatly sewn the symbol of the celestial Zodiac. Since the victims were by no means meant to survive (one was stabbed 6 times, the other 21), we were never to know he had dressed like this. But one of them survived to give us the account. Obviously, this outfit meant something purely to him. The Zodiac’s crime spree was clearly a bit more complex than merely a means to publicity.

Another thing seems certain. He believed his boast that he had been too clever for the police. From the very first moment he put his deadly words to print with that odd blue felt tip pen he used, he was sure that nothing he had written could ever be used to lead to him, and if he should be seen while committing his murders he seemed equally confident there was nothing in his appearance that could lead to uncovering his true identity.

A couple of times there was a rare glimpse of the man who must have been the reality behind the boastful facade, and each time it proved that the truth of this egotistical killer was rather bland. For 1969, he was for one of his time an odd amalgam. He was a chunky gorilla-like figure, about 5 foot 10 inches tall, about 225 pounds, between 25 and 30 years old, wearing obsolete pleated wool dress pants offset by a casual dark cotton windbreaker, and he shuffled about in high rim Air Force shoes. His hair was stylized, a fashion as out-of-date as his old pants. He had a large, round face with high cheekbones. He was not mainstream, nor was he a hippie.

The bland truth of the Zodiac does not diminish his evil. On the contrary, it confirms his unique arrogance and should be expected from a villain whose method had nothing particularly ingenious about it. The Zodiac was essentially a clumsy drive-by shooter. He stalked late night couples at rural lovers’ lanes, and from behind the bright splatter of a flashlight he fired away at his surprised victims. Yet boasting was so important that from the bloodied, impromptu scenes of death he hurried to confess to police operators or to his dark lair to scribble his bragging letters and set in motion his publicity campaign. The truth of the Zodiac is that of a pudgy little man sniggering over his poison pen letters while his TV screen flickered with images of pall bearers carrying out his victims to the hearse. The truth is he need only remain essentially a drive-by shooter because his victims were important to him only insofar as they were another ante in his game of death. The reality of The Zodiac Killer is shot up cars and kids at remote petting spots.

It would be unwise, however, to judge the killer based on a contrast between his awkward appearance and his grand, celestial alter ego The Zodiac. There was always a cerebral quality to Zodiac that is belied by his sloppy modus operandi and it extended far beyond his gloating letters. For all of his uncouth look, for all of his amateurish execution, somehow, equally mysterious, that frumpy gorilla neatly managed to melt into the very different background of mainstream life and evade an enormous dragnet.

In fact, as this volume unfolds, the reader will discover that Zodiac devoted enormous time and effort to carry off what appeared to be very spontaneous crimes. Zodiac lived and killed to create his alter ego. Indeed he made such a success out of it that despite the fact he is only one of several killers who stalked lovers’ lanes he is the second most famous serial killer in world history, ranking only behind London’s Jack the Ripper.

It began with his first letter. When the San Francisco Bay Area newspapers warned a psychotic killer was afoot, the Zodiac had guaranteed a large audience for himself. Under threat of a metropolitan wide “killing rampage,” he had cleverly manipulated the newspapers to print cryptograms of code symbols he had sent with the letter. His cover letter taunted the police that his identity was concealed therein, and he enticed the public to uncover where he’d strike next. Nothing excites our imaginations more than a puzzle. A metropolitan area sat down to try and figure it out. When the cipher was finally decoded, all and sundry read the gleeful but simple syntax: “I like killing people because it is so much fun.”

History has shown us that in 1969 network news would be at its apogee. The colorful antiestablishment movement was part of the reason network news scored so high in American homes. Racial tensions in the nation, anti-war protests, and the latest news on the war in Vietnam were other factors. The moonshot had long been promised and in the summer of 1969 it would be fulfilled. Political assassinations had drawn Americans to the TV. It had only been 6 years since President Kennedy had been assassinated, 4 years since Malcolm X had been brutally gunned down, less than 2 years since Martin Luther King Jr. and then Bobby Kennedy’s assassinations. News was really happening, and it was news that had mattered. It was news at hand.

Whether this phantom killer’s publicity campaign of murder is a reflection of the times or inspired because of the massive stage news could give, his threats of a “killing rampage” rode the crest of a popular wave the likes of which was never to be seen again.

More than anything it was the Zodiac’s desire to loom like a clutching shadow over Gotham. Inflicting terror was ultimately his greatest motive, and he used his murders as a résumé to be taken seriously. His murder spree lasted for only a short time, but his love for terror (or for his alter ego) kept him writing these poison pen letters for years, each claiming more and more victims and each threatening to take more victims. Each new letter he sent was introduced as an oracle: “This is the Zodiac Speaking.” Each was sluiced with sarcasm, and with his dark humor each in its way was a sinister chuckle. Each in turn was signed by the symbol of the celestial Zodiac— a circle with a crosshair through it. It looked little different from a gunsight, and the double meaning was no doubt intended. Then he played the ultimate hand in his game. He vanished. To this day the San Francisco Bay Area has never forgotten, and the most bragged about murders in history remain unsolved.

Insert Zodiac symbol

      This is The Zodiac Killer. He is inexorably linked with the summer and tumultuous autumn of 1969, but his legacy is decades of anxiety that he’d return, decades of frustration that a killer escaped justice; not just a killer, but the most boastful, haughty killer in the annals of crime. “The police shall never catch me,” he boasted in one letter, “because I have been too clever for them.” He won. He got away. The faded ink of his bragging rubs this fact into our face even today.

It was perhaps the innocence of the times that inspired the police to hope the killer had died or had been imprisoned or institutionalized— thereby paying in a sort of proxy for the savage murders he had done. But advances in criminology have underscored far too often that serial killers quit and go on to lead relatively normal lives. Therefore for nearly 50 years the Zodiac could have lived a prosperous life, and in his arrogance merely shrugged off his killing spree and years of threatening letters as a mere fad in his otherwise exemplary life.

During this time the Zodiac could have rested assured that his true identity was safe, not because he was forgotten to history but because his crime spree had become a focal point of popular culture. He had not only escaped, the context of his crimes has become obscured by folklore, a folklore so elaborate that it has covered his trail beyond even his wildest dreams. Despite only having killed a fraction of what he bragged about, he succeeded in creating a personality cult of crime far more successfully than he ever could have hoped or have even foreseen.

Professional and amateur detectives alike could not believe that one who had sought and cultivated so much media attention could merely quit. The Zodiac therefore became a potential suspect in every local murder that took place thereafter. The Zodiac had been cunning enough to have encouraged this view. In his childishly misspelled blue felt, he had once written: “I shall no longer announce to anyone when I comitt my murders, they shall look like routine robberies, killings of anger, + a few fake accidents, etc.” The legend bought into it.

Part of the folklore of the master criminal Zodiac has proposed that if all the unsolved murders over the USA dating from the late 1960s to today were connected by an imaginary line they would form a giant Z— proof that the astrological assassin continued his crime spree in secret and killed his victims according to locations where he could create his astrological symbol.

Amateur detectives have examined his undeciphered cryptograms and poison pen pal letters with a metaphoric zeal usually devoted only to Biblical exegesis; each sure that the fateful clue to his goading, infamous identity lay therein. Mathematics has been done to try and find a code or sequence in the ciphers that would finger the culprit. Others have put together all the misplaced letters in the misspelled words in Zodiac’s nasty missives, trying to see if the misplaced letters would together form a coherent sentence or confession.

An entire subculture has developed, little different than the fans of a comic strip hero, who live each day as if it and they are integral in the continuing saga of the Zodiac. In this realm college professors have been accused. Ted Kascinski seems perpetually suspected of every crime. Poor Leigh Allen reveled in the limelight over the years he was suspected. When he died in 1992 it even merited national news, billed as the passing of the man suspected of having been “The infamous Zodiac.” Cranks have offered relatives and old friends as suspects. Others have insisted on elaborate conspiracy theories. Those who were 50 years old at the time— doctors, car dealers and winos— have been accused in their 80s and 90s and in one case even DNA tested. None of these suspects were ever anchored to the Zodiac crimes by the actual evidence.

We are now on the cusp of history, that point where the crime spree will soon be beyond the reach of satisfactory solution, buried in time, that substance we cannot dig out of the way. It will take its place with Jack the Ripper and become a topic of suspects and economic rehash rather than actual investigation. Right now is our last chance to solve it, to place in order the facts and follow them through to the villain himself.

The need to expose this killer is enormous. It is not for the narrow piety to bring closure to the victims’ families. Nor is it simply for the sake of closing the book on a case of crime. The ‘Zodiac’ Killer played a game with the public. He did not murder to merely give himself a thrill. The victims were a means to an end to glorify this frumpy gorilla’s much more imaginative alter ego. Such a braggart is unique in the annals of crime. He threw the gauntlet down and forced society to play his terror game. This gauntlet, as all gauntlets, must eventually be picked up and slapped in his face, even if that face is only the reputation of a long passed and seemingly respected citizen.

I picked up that gauntlet. It is not boastful to say so. Many have done so, and it has come my turn. I have little interest in criminology, but investigative method is investigative method, whether the object is a truth of science or the identity of a serial killer, whether it is in the hand of a criminalist, journalist, or biologist. I enjoy pursuing mystery and solving mystery; and the identity of the Zodiac is one of the greatest mysteries in true crime.

What I have added to cold case is my approach. I treat a cold case like a hot case. I completely reinvestigate the crimes as though they just happened. In essence, I start all over. I visit the crime scenes. I examine the evidence and, more importantly, I look for clues. Contrary to what may be public perception, cold case is mostly processing, comparing any information that comes in to a few pieces of evidence distilled and preserved by the original investigators, evidence that is considered conclusive to identify the killer or exonerate an innocent man.

By reinvestigating from the very beginning, I plunge both myself and the reader back to a volatile and colorful era. The crimes and times shall unravel before us. Context is everything. Within context lie the clues, and often clues are more important than evidence, for upon investigation clues lead to evidence, and new clues lead to new evidence. And this case needs new evidence. Zodiac, in fact, made mistakes in his letters, and he made mistakes within the context of his crimes. Only by ignoring 48 years of folklore could these be uncovered again. Only by reliving the crimes and times of the Zodiac could that one kernel be uncovered that leads to the identity of this cerebral braggart.

In this volume I will deliver the body of the Zodiac. But it takes more to get at the soul— why he killed and why he stopped. Was he a reluctant killer? Was the terror campaign a ruse to cover some other motive? Were the deaths necessary in some greater scheme or ritual? The questions may not seem as important after the killer’s hood is removed. To unmask the Zodiac is to reveal more than the soul of the killer. It is to isolate the pudgy, insecure madman from the pomp of his publicity. This will destroy his evil soul. The result is an empty hood devoid of any substance of the theatrical master controller that he created from dark shadows. It leaves us with his true image, the one he drew for himself in the cowardly barbarity of his crimes.

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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.

Solving ZODIAC: The Significance of 1 out of 5

There have been by my count 5 lovers’ lanes serial killers.

1, The Phantom of Texarkana (1946)
2, The Zodiac Killer (1968-’69)
3, The Monster of Florence (1968-1970s)
4, The Atlanta Lovers’ Lane Murders (1977)
5, The Shadow Slayer of Colonial Parkway (1986-’89)

None have ever been solved.

In essence these are tarmac killings, with a kink. It is almost impossible to put a suspect at a given location on a road or in a parking lot at a given time. All police had were shell casings and ballistics.

Of these, the most clues were left by the Zodiac Killer, but how many of these were false clues? He made the most mistakes, and we can thereby get a handle on his appearance. The others left very little. There is nada on the Shadow Slayer. No clues as to height, weight or appearance. The Phantom of Texarkana is yet another who could live up to the “phantom” moniker. The first two victims (survivors) are only assumed to be the victims of the Phantom. It is from them that we get the image of the grain sack on the head. Yet both disagreed about any other description of the assailant.

The significance of solving one of these is tremendous. It will be the first time that a lovers’ lane serial has been nailed. There have been lovers’ lane murders that have been solved; individual crimes where the suspect could be outed due to motive. But these 5 sprees were thrill killings. There was no motive that connected the killer to the victims.

Consider the labor that must go into solving one of these. I know many have long awaited HorrorScope, but if you have read my EAR/ONS section on Q Files you know what kind of effort I put into my investigations.  The fame of the ZODIAC and all the cynicism out there about solving the case causes me to be doubly careful. Much plays out behind the scenes (unlike with EAR/ONS) and I must also prepare a thesis for one of the jurisdictions (which I promised). It must be powerful enough to warrant a warrant.

It is being done the right way for a change. As all of you have learned, I am not the product of publicity. I often fly so low I am under sonar. The events transpiring right now may or may not delay HorrorScope. We will see. I will, of course, keep you updated.

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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.