Zodiac Killer: Newly Discovered Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Read Online Free Page B
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Meannies are evere going to catch me, they had best get off their fat asses + do something. Because the longer they fiddle + fart around, the more slaves I will collect for my after life. I do have to give them credit for stumbling across my riverside activity, but they are only finding the easy ones, there are a hell of a lot more down there. The reason I’m writing to the Times is this, They don’t bury me on the back pages like some of the others.
“Cheri Jo could have quite possibly been his first murder, or at least his first in the area,” Holmes said. “If we’re assuming this killer is Jack, then we know for certain she is not the first woman he has brutally killed.”
“What happened to the poor girl?” Watson asked.
Holmes explained the events of the case, ending with the police’s discovery of Cheri Jo’s body in the alley.
“Was it a robbery, too?”
“No, Cheri Jo’s purse and belongings were found at the scene. There was some speculation that she was attacked by an old boyfriend or someone she had brushed off, but that was just a theory. There was a size-ten shoeprint found in blood near the body, and that ruled out the boyfriends the police interviewed.”
“So the police are not sure the Zodiac committed this murder?” Watson asked.
“No, but there is enough of a possibility that they included the case in the file just to be safe. I think the Zodiac was practicing with this one; he was seeing what he could get away with and how it made him feel. He did send another note saying that Cheri Jo had to die and that she would not be the last.”
“If this really was the Zodiac, why are there so many misspellings in the letter to the Times , while the first is written in an entirely different style?”
“We must remember he’s a clever man,” answered Holmes. “He would have started out wanting recognition, but afraid of being caught. He wouldn’t have developed that pride or feeling of invincibility just yet. The misspellings and different styles of writing could very well have been his attempt to gain attention but keep his true identity safe.”
There were a few more killings the police had tentatively attributed to the Zodiac Killer, and Holmes now turned his focus to those. On December 20, 1968, a couple was murdered on a lover’s lane. The couple had originally intended to go to a Christmas play but instead went to eat and then ended up parking outside of Vallejo, California. Holmes was still appalled that young people engaged in such a scandalous activity as “parking” before marriage, but Lydia insisted he must change with the times, and he was trying.
David Arthur Faraday and Betty Lou Jensen were sitting in David’s brown Rambler when someone walked up to the car and shot out the right rear window and the left rear tire, trying to scare the couple out of the car. It worked, and David threw open the passenger-side door and tried to run. He didn’t get farther than the right front wheel when the killer shot him in the head; the young man fell to the ground—dead. Betty Lou fled on foot, but the killer had incredibly accurate aim at only ten feet away; she was shot five times down the spine and died instantly.
The witness who discovered the bodies claimed she saw a light-colored Chevrolet speeding away from the scene, but the ground was frozen, and there were no tire prints. It seemed the Zodiac Killer had the luck of the devil.
Chapter 7
American Dream
July 1969
The Zodiac Killer—he had now entirely stopped thinking of himself as Jack the Ripper—was pleased with how his life in the United States was working out. It truly was the land of opportunity, and he was living his own twisted version of the American dream. He had an apartment and a job as an aide at a mental hospital, which paid the bills and left him with flexible hours in which to pursue his new hobby. He was here on this earth
“Cheri Jo could have quite possibly been his first murder, or at least his first in the area,” Holmes said. “If we’re assuming this killer is Jack, then we know for certain she is not the first woman he has brutally killed.”
“What happened to the poor girl?” Watson asked.
Holmes explained the events of the case, ending with the police’s discovery of Cheri Jo’s body in the alley.
“Was it a robbery, too?”
“No, Cheri Jo’s purse and belongings were found at the scene. There was some speculation that she was attacked by an old boyfriend or someone she had brushed off, but that was just a theory. There was a size-ten shoeprint found in blood near the body, and that ruled out the boyfriends the police interviewed.”
“So the police are not sure the Zodiac committed this murder?” Watson asked.
“No, but there is enough of a possibility that they included the case in the file just to be safe. I think the Zodiac was practicing with this one; he was seeing what he could get away with and how it made him feel. He did send another note saying that Cheri Jo had to die and that she would not be the last.”
“If this really was the Zodiac, why are there so many misspellings in the letter to the Times , while the first is written in an entirely different style?”
“We must remember he’s a clever man,” answered Holmes. “He would have started out wanting recognition, but afraid of being caught. He wouldn’t have developed that pride or feeling of invincibility just yet. The misspellings and different styles of writing could very well have been his attempt to gain attention but keep his true identity safe.”
There were a few more killings the police had tentatively attributed to the Zodiac Killer, and Holmes now turned his focus to those. On December 20, 1968, a couple was murdered on a lover’s lane. The couple had originally intended to go to a Christmas play but instead went to eat and then ended up parking outside of Vallejo, California. Holmes was still appalled that young people engaged in such a scandalous activity as “parking” before marriage, but Lydia insisted he must change with the times, and he was trying.
David Arthur Faraday and Betty Lou Jensen were sitting in David’s brown Rambler when someone walked up to the car and shot out the right rear window and the left rear tire, trying to scare the couple out of the car. It worked, and David threw open the passenger-side door and tried to run. He didn’t get farther than the right front wheel when the killer shot him in the head; the young man fell to the ground—dead. Betty Lou fled on foot, but the killer had incredibly accurate aim at only ten feet away; she was shot five times down the spine and died instantly.
The witness who discovered the bodies claimed she saw a light-colored Chevrolet speeding away from the scene, but the ground was frozen, and there were no tire prints. It seemed the Zodiac Killer had the luck of the devil.
Chapter 7
American Dream
July 1969
The Zodiac Killer—he had now entirely stopped thinking of himself as Jack the Ripper—was pleased with how his life in the United States was working out. It truly was the land of opportunity, and he was living his own twisted version of the American dream. He had an apartment and a job as an aide at a mental hospital, which paid the bills and left him with flexible hours in which to pursue his new hobby. He was here on this earth
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