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what we shall do.”
“I need to go over these files first. It looks like it will be an all-nighter for me tonight, old friend,” Holmes told him.
“I will stay up with you as long as I can keep these old eyes open.”
“Good, I was hoping you would say that. I need to get the police file, as well as the information I gathered today at the library, organized and in chronological order. But first, a piece of pie.”
Watson laughed—no matter how many decades passed, Holmes always worked best on a satisfied stomach.
It took Holmes an hour to organize the reports and articles he’d gathered. Some of the murders were not definitively tied to the Zodiac Killer, but if they were unsolved and if even a tenuous connection could be found, the police had conscientiously included them in the file.
As Holmes flipped through the miscellaneous papers, he ran across a letter to the Riverside Police Department dated November 29, 1966. He inserted it after the reports of the murder of Cheri Jo Bates. It caught his attention and stood out from the other documents. It read as follows:
The Confession
By____________________________
She was young and beautiful but now she is battered and dead. She is not the first and she will not be the last I lay awake nights thinking about my next victim. Maybe she will be the beautiful blonde that babysits near the little store and walks down the dark alley each evening about seven. Or maybe she will be the shapely blue eyed brownett that said no when I asked her for a date in high school. But maybe it will not be either. But I shall cut off her female parts and deposit them for the whole city to see. So don’t make it to easy for me. Keep your sisters, daughters, and wives off the streets and alleys. Miss Bates was stupid. She went to the slaughter like a lamb. She did not put up a struggle. But I did. It was a ball. I first pulled the middle wire from the distributor. Then I waited for her in the library and followed her out after about two minuts. The battery must have been about dead by then. I then offered to help. She was then very willing to talk to me. I told her that my car was down the street and that I would give her a lift home. When we were away from the library walking, I said it was about time. She asked me, “About time for what?” I said it was about time for her to die. I grabbed her around the neck with my hand over her mouth and my other hand with a small knife at her throat. She went very willingly. Her breast felt very warm and firm under my hands, but only one thing was on my mind. Making her pay for the brush offs that she had given me during the years prior. She died hard. She squirmed and shook as I chocked her, and her lips twiched. She let out a scream once and I kicked her head to shut her up. I plunged the knife into her and it broke. I then finished the job by cutting her throat. I am not sick. I am insane. But that will not stop the game. This letter should be published for all to read it. It just might save that girl in the alley. But that's up to you. It will be on your conscience. Not mine.
Yes, I did make that call to you also. It was just a warning. Beware…I am stalking your girls now.
CC. Chief of police
Enterprise
The police had also recovered a handwritten letter from the library where Cheri Jo had been studying:
Sick of living/unwilling to die
cut.
clean.
if red/
clean.
blood spurting,
dripping,
spilling;
all over her new
dress.
oh well
it was red
anyway.
life draining into an
uncertain death.
she won’t
die.
this time
someone’ll find her.
just wait till
next time.
That note confused Holmes a bit. If the Zodiac Killer truly had left that note, then had he not meant to kill Cheri Jo? Had he just meant to hurt and frighten her?
The killer sent another letter straight to the Los Angeles Times .
This is the Zodiac speaking
Like I have allways said, I am crack proof. If the Blue
“I need to go over these files first. It looks like it will be an all-nighter for me tonight, old friend,” Holmes told him.
“I will stay up with you as long as I can keep these old eyes open.”
“Good, I was hoping you would say that. I need to get the police file, as well as the information I gathered today at the library, organized and in chronological order. But first, a piece of pie.”
Watson laughed—no matter how many decades passed, Holmes always worked best on a satisfied stomach.
It took Holmes an hour to organize the reports and articles he’d gathered. Some of the murders were not definitively tied to the Zodiac Killer, but if they were unsolved and if even a tenuous connection could be found, the police had conscientiously included them in the file.
As Holmes flipped through the miscellaneous papers, he ran across a letter to the Riverside Police Department dated November 29, 1966. He inserted it after the reports of the murder of Cheri Jo Bates. It caught his attention and stood out from the other documents. It read as follows:
The Confession
By____________________________
She was young and beautiful but now she is battered and dead. She is not the first and she will not be the last I lay awake nights thinking about my next victim. Maybe she will be the beautiful blonde that babysits near the little store and walks down the dark alley each evening about seven. Or maybe she will be the shapely blue eyed brownett that said no when I asked her for a date in high school. But maybe it will not be either. But I shall cut off her female parts and deposit them for the whole city to see. So don’t make it to easy for me. Keep your sisters, daughters, and wives off the streets and alleys. Miss Bates was stupid. She went to the slaughter like a lamb. She did not put up a struggle. But I did. It was a ball. I first pulled the middle wire from the distributor. Then I waited for her in the library and followed her out after about two minuts. The battery must have been about dead by then. I then offered to help. She was then very willing to talk to me. I told her that my car was down the street and that I would give her a lift home. When we were away from the library walking, I said it was about time. She asked me, “About time for what?” I said it was about time for her to die. I grabbed her around the neck with my hand over her mouth and my other hand with a small knife at her throat. She went very willingly. Her breast felt very warm and firm under my hands, but only one thing was on my mind. Making her pay for the brush offs that she had given me during the years prior. She died hard. She squirmed and shook as I chocked her, and her lips twiched. She let out a scream once and I kicked her head to shut her up. I plunged the knife into her and it broke. I then finished the job by cutting her throat. I am not sick. I am insane. But that will not stop the game. This letter should be published for all to read it. It just might save that girl in the alley. But that's up to you. It will be on your conscience. Not mine.
Yes, I did make that call to you also. It was just a warning. Beware…I am stalking your girls now.
CC. Chief of police
Enterprise
The police had also recovered a handwritten letter from the library where Cheri Jo had been studying:
Sick of living/unwilling to die
cut.
clean.
if red/
clean.
blood spurting,
dripping,
spilling;
all over her new
dress.
oh well
it was red
anyway.
life draining into an
uncertain death.
she won’t
die.
this time
someone’ll find her.
just wait till
next time.
That note confused Holmes a bit. If the Zodiac Killer truly had left that note, then had he not meant to kill Cheri Jo? Had he just meant to hurt and frighten her?
The killer sent another letter straight to the Los Angeles Times .
This is the Zodiac speaking
Like I have allways said, I am crack proof. If the Blue
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