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This is a bit off of my story but interesting just the same. I have been getting the strange calls again every night for the past 3 nights. This evening Pam H called me (Darlene's sister) She said that with in minutes of our phone conversation last week, she received a call from a man that sounded as if he had something in his mouth while he was talking to her. What he told her was that if she continued to talk to me, he would kill her dog. She is very upset, because the last time she was warned about talking to me, her Dog Joey was shot in the head with a 22.

Something has stirred this person up again,I don't know what it could be ? I haven't been posting much at all because I have been too busy.
Why is he so worried that Pam and I talk ? I told Pam that the reason he sounds like he has food in his mouth is because he is slightly paralyzed on one side of his face.It has been described as a drawl but not a southern drawl.

While still living in Rio Vista and working only 3 days a week. My car at that time was a 1967 Firebird. I was still having problems with the oil filter falling off now and then and my breaks kept going out. One night when I had a few female friends with me, the breaks went out and we almost ended up in the river! The phone calls were still coming at night from someone who would never speak, only breathing could be heard. I don’t think that I was thinking that it was the man I got away from in Vallejo a few yrs before , I thought by moving he wouldn’t know where I was, so I wasn’t worried. There was a handsome guy named Ralph who seemed sort of distant ,who would come in on Saturday nights.
He was very different than most of the men who came in who would flirt with me, he was the opposite and it sort of bothered me. I wondered why he didn’t seem to like me?
Then one night he came in, I walked over to him and asked what he would like to have ? He said I would like to marry you ! I thought it was pretty funny that he who was so cool towards me, was interested after all. I joked back with well sure I am not busy when I get off work. We started to date and became engaged months later. He had a boat and would take my children with him to fish and swim.
Ralph would tell me odd stories about when he was a frogman in the Navy and how he could reach under a man’s ribcage, pull out the man’s heart, show it to him before he died, I was not impressed ! One day when he was at my apartment and we were cooking game hens, he said something that was disturbing to my daughter, I don’t remember what it was but it upset her. His friend was there as well and we were doing handwriting analysis after dinner, my daughter made the comment : Jeez Ralph you write just like the Zodiac ! She was right it did look like the Zodiac’s writing that we saw in the newspaper. It was sometime later when his friend was telling me a story about when three of them were boating at Lake Berryessa and that when they woke up one morning Ralph had a hood on his head. Now that was becoming too much for me to keep to myself. And after all Ralph had told me how he planned at one time to kill his ex wife ( But Didn’t or so he claimed )He had also said to me that one of his fantasy’s was to commit the perfect murder. By now I knew I had to get out of this relationship ! Meanwhile I called Dave Toschi and told him everything I knew about Ralph, Dave asked me to get some of Ralph’s handwriting and send it to him. I wanted to get away from him as fast as I could without upsetting him. So I told him that I had a modeling offer in southern Calif. He said that if I took that job, he wouldn’t be with me. As far as he knew I took the job. Toschi called to let me know that Ralph had only one DUI arrest and that his picture was a lot like what Zodiac was known to look like. Ralph knew how much money was on Zodiac’s head at that time, I thought that was interesting that he would know that ?

Now it is 1971 or 72 , my friend Verna and I decided to go over the bridge east towards the Spindrift Marina where I worked, to a place just past the Spindrift, for a few games of Poole. We liked the game and both were very good at it.
For whatever reason instead of going east over the bridge I drove to Verna’s house, perhaps to use the rest room ? Within a couple of minutes of being there, my daughter called to say that a bomb went off near the Spindrift Marina and that they were evacuating everyone off of the island ! Luck was with us, because we would have been right on top of the explosion had we not stopped at Verna’s first.
Whatever it was, it blew a hole in the road 12 feet wide and 12 feet deep. It swept the boats in the marina away from the births , people where on top of their roofs to keep from drowning. It flooded the corn fields and the water went all the way to Stockton. My boyfriend who owned the Spindrift never understood what caused that to happen ? The year before on the 4th of July both of his restaurants were started on fire with in a hour of each other, one was the Spindrift the other was near Sacramento called the Captains table.( That was very suspicious to me.)
Sometime before the flood , someone took a shot at him from the levy road. Still I don’t think I gave any thought to my secret admirer being behind all of these strange happenings ? I was now out of work because of the flood, but thank goodness I was known to be a good waitress, I received a call from the owner of the Sugar Barge , asking if I would work for him? So I started right away working there 3 or 4 nights a week.

To continue on with my story, the owner of the home in Alameda was Jim Browner whom I knew he and his wife for several years. There was an incident probably 1989 or early 1990 , where a man went into where Jim was working at a bar I believe the name of it was the Hut in Oakland ? Jim said the man looked like he had on work clothes like in construction. He said the man bought a drink , drank it and left the bar leaving his change from a $20.00 bill. Jim put it behind the counter believing the man forgot his change.

The man returned to the bar and accused Jim of taking his money, Jim assured him that he kept it for him, but the man was enraged just the same. Jim told him to calm down and the man threatened to get him for trying to keep the money anyway.
A week or so later the bar was set on fire on the roof.

By 1989 I knew that the man I believed was Zodiac was stalking me and following me almost every day and night to and from work. He was becoming more bold, he didn’t seem to care if I was on to him or not. It was as if he and RH were taking turns taunting me. One day on my way to work in Oakland and near my job was a post office box on 23rd Ave, I had some information I was sending to DOJ in Sacramento.
I didn’t notice until I parked next to the box that RH was right behind me parking as well. He was in a faded red car like a boxy VW with a plate that read KoK0 ---. I believe I knew about the Mikado by then , because seeing the word KoK0 on the plate I thought was pretty clever for RH to have.

I got out of the car and mailed the letter, looked over at RH , got back into my car and went to my work.

As I continued on to my work , there is a place in the middle of road where I would wait for a break in the traffic to cross over to the parking lot where I would park my car. When I approached the break in the middle of the road I saw a brown wallet I didn’t pick it up because it could be too dangerous to do that , but went to my manager and told them about the wallet and went with them to retrieve it. It did have a driver’s license with a picture of a male on it , so the manager said she would try to find that person and return the wallet. I don’t remember the name on that license or if she found the owner or not ? To this day I wonder if that wallet was some sort of a plant or not, for me to get out of my car and get ran over by a hit and run driver ?

One Sunday afternoon a man and two women came in ( I hope I am not repeating myself ?) They ordered drinks and the gentleman went over to the piano to play a tune. One of the women said Ron could you please play------ ? For whatever reason I had the gut feeling he could be Ron Pimentel for the Ropper agency in Oakland. I read about him the Graysmith’s Z book.
Well I was right that is who he was , I told him a little bit about my stalker. He was very interested and gave me his home , car and cell phone numbers. He told me to call him the next time this suspect came into my job which by now was almost every night.
Sure enough my suspect came in , I went into the office to call Ron. The phone behind the bar had lights that would show when the office phone was in operation, so when I made the call , the suspect knew I was calling someone. He then would leave. Ron wasn’t there in time to see the suspect.

It was weeks later that Ron called me to tell me he believed my suspect was sitting in a white Jag in front to his office. Ron’s car had antennas all over it with a License plate that showed he was a PI. So when ever Ron would be at my work , my suspect would not come in until Ron would leave, then he would be there with in a few minutes . As if he sat in his car waiting for Ron to leave. Jim Browner died and shortly after so did Ron , I don’t have the death Cert. to know how either of them died.

Before Jim had died , he saw me showing the picture of my suspect to someone else. That was when he said that was the man who had threatened him at his bar in Oakland or Alameda. Otherwise I would never have heard Jim's encounter with my POI.
I wondered if my suspect had followed me to Jim and his wife's home in Alameda, then followed Jim and went into Jim's work ? Jim's wife worked with me at the restaurant in Oakland. Both Jim and his wife died with in months of each other, I knew how she had died, it was from a bad chemical that got into her blood somehow.

I kept my gun with me 24 /7 , one of the waitresses got off late one night and was hit in the head with something as she walked to her car. It wasn't a robbery, because she still had her purse and she didn't see the person who hit her. I then started to walk outside of work with my gun in my hand , looking over my shoulder, I would walk with other waitresses who were worried about being hit in the head. Nothing happened to any of us walking to our cars after that.
People saw a blond haired man looking through my car windows and told me, but when I would walk outside to see if I could see him , he would be gone. That one could have been RH wearing his light colored wig ? One customer said he saw the man just sitting in his car reading a book and spitting out the window ( that was before DNA )I did get his DNA later though, I gave it to SFPD. I wonder if that was the same book he was reading when I saw him at Nicko's restaurant, that book was the yellow Zodiac book ( No kidding !) I am sure he had it just to taunt me with it.

He could never tell me he was Zodiac, he even wrote to me once and said he didn't know why he was afraid to tell me who he was? That was in the late 80's before I took his picture.

When he would phone me , he would say: Hello ,it's me. I would say hello me , this is me and he would chuckle. I knew that I needed to feed his ego because I felt that would help keep me alive. I didn't want to be an object, I needed to be someone he wanted to keep talking to.I told him that he and I could have had a nice relationship , if it wasn't for his one bad habit. He liked that because he laughed , not loudly.

For those of you who think my stalker has to be pretending he is Zodiac, why then didn't he do what most people would have done and say : I am thee Zodiac, or this is the Zodiac. He did say that to Darlene's mother and sister, why not me ? Is he someone I knew that I don't remember , I really don't know ?

Each night as I drove home some 47 miles around 3 am, I would be followed. That helped to save my life , because before that I would fall asleep while driving. I drank coffee at work before driving home, to try to stay awake, but that didn't work 90 percent of the time. Once I knew I had a crazy stalker following me each night , that kept me awake LOL.
He would try to force me off the road by laying back , then speed up to my bumper. He did this a few times and so when he sped up and was close to my bumper I tapped my break , just enough for him to see the brake lights. He went out of control and ended up sideways on a hill next to the highway.
I learned to dive when I was 11, so I am pretty good at it. One other time it was a drizzly foggy night about 2Am , I was on the 880 freeway in Oakland, when a car like a silver Honda passed me and stopped at the entrance of the exit I had to take to get home. I had to slam on my breaks, to keep from hitting him and spun around on the slippery pavement a few times, not hitting anything or getting hit by any other cars !It looked as if I was a stunt driver LOL. It was done so smoothly and I was still able to take my exit.
I am sure that made him angry that his plan fell apart ,but impressed him and showed him I could out drive most of his victims.
One of the females that I feel he ran off the road and then stabbed her to death near her car, was Teresa Brown who was also a waitress working in Walnut Creek who lived in Antioch . She was forced off the same highway 4 in Pittsburg Ca. early 90's when many other women were being murdered by a serial killer who has not been caught. It was one of those females who got away from the killer's long knife. She lived to tell me that the man I have the picture of, was the man who tried to kill her.
My youngest son Bobby was dating a girl from Walnut Creek named Trish. She had heard him mention that I was being stalked by a man who could be the Zodiac killer. She said she had a Zodiac book she had read and if I wanted it she would give it to me.
Of course I wanted it , it was the black covered one of which I had already,but I used it so much it was a mess.
We planned to meet up at Lyon's restaurant and she gave me the book, I bought her lunch and drove her back to Walnut Creek.

It wasn't very long after that , that she started to get phone calls from an older sounding man, who told her that if she didn't stop dating my son , he would kill them both. He would watch her, because he knew when she was home alone and would call to let her know he knew she was alone. He would watch her at her job and call to tell her that he saw her there and described what she was wearing. Thank goodness she did report all of this ! All of this was before I took his picture ,so I couldn't show her what he looked like in case she saw him. There is no doubt in my mind that he was my stalker. It was a good thing that she made a police report , that may have saved both of their lives.

Remember that Walnut Creek was the town where Elaine Davis was kidnapped from , murdered then thrown in the Ocean . Her killer has never been caught.
Elaine's father worked at a VW dealership, Elaine was taken while her mother drove to pick up her father from work. She must have been being watched by her kidnapper for a while, for him to know when it would be safe to grab her.

That is the town I grew up in. The town name has a connection to "water" "creek" like Springs rd , Lake Herman rd , Blue rock Springs, Lake Berryessa, Riverside, the beach at Santa Barbara. Is he giving us a clue to water ,is Zodiac a water sign or is he born under the sign of the water bearer Aquarius ?

The phone calls continued , where I knew someone was on the other end , because I could hear him breathing, sometimes he would play music for me. Two songs that I remember were, “Every Day I get the Blues” and “I Got You Babe” by Sonny and Cher. They were recorded on my phone recorder, as were many of my phone calls.

Cards would sometimes be put in to my mail box , one was a green card with an Irish Leprechaun on it and the name Patrick’s or Saint Patricks’ flooring.
In Graysmiths Zodiac book , there was no mention of Darlene Ferrin’s birthday being on Saint Patrick’s day, this card reminded me of her birthday. Was my stalker giving me a clue to Darlene? Perhaps he was I
do believe he knew her very well and she him. He waited until after her death to give his name Zodiac, did she know that he used that name for himself so he couldn’t use it after Betty Lou and David ? I believe that this stalker believes Darlene and I knew each other, she may have known me because I could have waited on her at the Coronado Inn. But I really don’t remember knowing her.
Did she know me because I was dating Buzz Gordon and she wanted him to date her more than the one night he told me he dated her ? Your guess is as good as mine.

I will move this up to Jan. 15th 1988. It was about 11pm when a group of people came in and put a few of the small cocktail tables together. There were about 8 people in the group. At the head of one of the tables sat a older looking man with a shaved head , horn rimmed glasses, thin dark mustache, nicely dressed. Next to him on his left was an older looking woman that could have been Dorothea Puente twin sister, not sure of the spelling of her name , but she was a female serial killer from Sacramento who was caught a few yrs later. There was one Asian woman who I believe was a waitress at the Box Inn in Oakland's Chinatown on Webster Street. The man she was with asked for Vodka on the rocks, I told him he had too much to drink and I could give him only coffee.

I took the rest of their drink orders and asked the man at the head of the table for his order, he said: Bailey's Amaretto and Coffee. I took a few steps and turned around when I felt some tension coming from the man. I then asked him if he wanted his drink made like an Irish coffee or a shot of Baileys a shot of Amaretto and coffee on the side ? He said like an Irish Coffee.
At that moment I thought how odd that this man asked for a drink like one I had invented up on the Delta yrs before and that he looked very much like another customer I had who drank the same drink, except the other guy had blue eyes and I knew his name was Bob. H. , Bob was younger than this guy and Bob's wife had brown hair. The woman with the older man had light hair and was older, Why was this man trying so hard to pretend to be Bob H. ? I did notice that this man had on very shiny shoes and had on dark wool Navy like pants , like what Kathleen Johns had described. His shoes were so shiny that the candles on my table tops were reflecting off of them . Again like what Kathleen John's said the cars dash lights reflected off of the mans shoes. I thought that I might be going crazy, that I was thinking this guy could be Zodiac, because he had clothes on and shiny shoes like I had just read about in the Zodiac book. He even had the headband Katheen mention her abductor was wearing, what would be the odds ?

It was also the tension I felt he had, when I turned to ask him about his drink order, did he think I recognised him as my stalker ? I tried to not think he could be Zodiac, but asked an off duty cop friend of mine to look at him and to remember what he looked like , because I did feel he was the man who had been following me. My cop friend Ted G. said not to worry that the man seemed to look ok.
I went with my strong gut feeling anyway. What the final nail in the coffin was, when I went to see if anyone at those tables wanted another drink ? He and a few others did, he politely asked the woman to his left and it sounded like he called her Suzie dear. He asked if she wanted another plain coke ? She didn't. While I was at my station waiting for the bartender to take my order, the older man came up from behind me and touched my shoulder. I let out the loudest scream ever ! He didn't even flinch, he looked as if he truly enjoyed that scream. we were toe to toe at that point and he said to me in a very robotic sounding voice as if he was reading ( Like what Nancy Slover said Zodiac sounded like to her on July 5th 69 ) He said : I ---am ---ver--y ---sor--ry-- if -- I ---fri-ght --ten--ed you. It was the most monotonous sounding voice I had ever heard, he didn't sound human! I was so very sure at that point , I was standing in front of the one and only Zodiac and no one could tell me any different. I did not notice his lazy eye that night, but he did have hazel eyes and was a short man about 180 pounds. Not fat at all but stalky yes. He had no neck , his head just sat on his shoulders and his teeth that I could see, were very stained from chain smoking and looked like Co -Co pops. I did see a scar like a L shaped scratch on his left cheek, a circle scar on his right cheek. He had light powder all over his head , face and hands. No sign of hair on his shaved head. He didn't look at all like the man I got away from in 68.

Meanwhile, the cook from across the parking lot at the 400 club, Adrian (a very nice restaurant) came in and sat next to my station. I told him that I would like for him to watch me when these people leave, because I was going to follow that man with the shaved head outside, to get his license plate number. I told him that I was pretty sure this was the man who had been calling and following me.
Adrian said he could do it , I said not a good idea , because if the man was who I believe he was, it would be too dangerous . I said that I could do it and memorize the plate number without the man noticing, it would be better for me to do it.
Adrian assured me he could do it without the man knowing , because Adrian could also memorize numbers. To this day I wish I didn’t let him do that for me, because 8 months later on my “birthday” 1988 ,Adrian was stabbed , disemboweled, left for dead in Oakland. His friends had told me about it, so I tried to find which hospital he was in and couldn’t find him, probably because it was an attempted murder.

It was a year later 1989 that Adrian came in to Pier 29, I gave him a hug and asked him if the man who attacked him, was the man he followed outside for me ? He said that he couldn’t talk about it.
I would think that if it wasn’t that man, he could have just said no?
The police officer friend of mine Ted G ,who was at Pier 29 the night I saw my stalker with his head shaved, had a boat in the Alameda Marina. I would stay on his boat whenever there was too much fog to drive home. He was always a gentleman, perhaps partly because I was dating another Oakland police officer whom he knew well and because he had plenty of girlfriends.

Ted is not afraid of anyone, he once kicked in the club house door of the Oakland Hells Angels, ( Sony Barger’s club house , are you kidding me ? ) so for him to be afraid of my stalker speaks volumes !

Jan 12th is Teds birthday, on that night in 1990 he came in to Pier 29 with two friends ,one male and a female. They left about 2 am closing time. He and his two friends went to his boat. The boat is kept in a secure locked boat dock. Next to his boat he saw a man wearing a knit watch cap and heavy coat wiping down the boat next to his. He was happy to finally meet his neighbor ! He introduced himself to the man and invited him to join them for a glass of wine
Whatever that man said to them, scared them so much , that Ted called my home about 3am and told me that the man who I showed him at Pier 29 on Jan 88, was crazy and evil. It was a phone message that he left on my recorder, I got home shortly after that and called Ted back. Ted didn’t answer, so now I am panicked ! I kept calling and still no answer. Finally I called Alameda police dept and asked them if they could check to be sure Ted was ok, they called me back saying he had been asleep but was ok.

When I did get to talk to Ted, he told me I needed to be very careful of that man that there was something very scary about him, to stay away from him, he is dangerous! He never did say what the conversation was about ,only that it was hard to understand the guy, that he sounded real crazy. But for sure was the man I pointed out as my stalker.
The following year, I sent Ted G. a birthday card inside I included a picture of one of my suspects I had taken in Aug 1990( The one with the thick curly hair , not the shaved headed one )
He said that he didn’t receive it.
A few months later on March 17th (Darlene’s birthday )I received one of the pictures in an envelope, it fit inside the envelope exactly. There was no return address,it had been mailed in Oakland. The printing for my address was Zodiac like printing.
I am not sure if that was the picture I had mailed to Ted , or if it was one of the pictures that I handed out to the females who were being murdered in Pittsburg Ca. late 80’s early 90’s ?
Was it from the killer, letting me know that he killed another one of the girls whom I gave a picture to ? I may never know that answer.

April 3rd 1988 , It was Easter Sunday and I was working the day shift. A young woman sat next to my station and we were talking about our clothes and how closely we were dressed. We both had on black skirts, black high heels , silk blouses. Hers was a pink jacquard material with a shiny pink flower design on it, opened in the front. Mine was lavender with a high neck. I had looked for one more like hers but didn’t find one, so I asked her where she bought it ? It was a dress shop in Alameda, Foxy Lady or something like that.
I don’t remember what she was drinking because I didn’t serve her the bartender Hal did. I believe the time was about 3:30 or 4pm pm because it wasn’t so busy that I couldn’t spend time talking to her. The bartender was concerned about the man sitting at the end of the curved bar where he could see us talking. I was asked to be sure and walk her to her car when she left, because Hal didn’t like the way that man was glaring at us talking. I didn’t recognize that man, he didn’t look anything like the one with the shaved head.
He did look like a very angry man, somewhat familiar , but didn’t make a connection at that time of the man being the man I had seen in Vallejo/ Napa 1968.

I don’t remember asking the young woman what her name was, I wish that I had. When she went to leave I walked with her, but before she got to the exit she decided to use the ladies room which was next to the exit. I waited a bit for her to come out, but then two more customers walked in and I had to take their order. When I went back she was gone and so was the angry looking man.

I had predicted that because that Friday was Good Friday as well as April Fool’s day and Sunday being Easter , that if I was right and the man I believed was Zodiac was still around, there could be 3 murders that weekend.( Because Zodiac liked Holidays to do his thing )

There were two homicides that I found in Oakland, one being a woman with no ID wearing a black Skirt , black high heels, pink blouse ! The other was up on Sky line Blvd in the Oakland Hills.
Within a few days of those murders, someone wanted me to know about them and neatly cut out the articles from a few newspapers for me to see. They were put on my cocktail tray, while I was in the kitchen area getting coffee.
On top of the neatly folded stapled articles , was a quarter with the number 9 on one side of it and on the other side was a circle on the outer edge of the quarter and a cross that went through to the edge of that circle ( like the Zodiac’s logo ). It was done in indelible ink, you could tell because of the iridescence in the ink.

No one saw the person leaving that for me.

As it turned out the one girl with the pink blouse who was named Victoria Bell. Now the strange thing about this is that Oakland PD felt it was someone else that killed Victoria Bell.
Seems like one heck of a coincidence to me, that one possible serial killer follows her outside and some other serial killer kills her?

Sorry but I think that there is something very wrong with that picture. I saw Victoria Bell’s crime scene, I did not see any blood near her head, the man who was convicted of killing her, shot all of his victims in the head.

There had to be a good reason for the number 9 to be put on that quarter , so I thought about it and remembered that my stalker connected Darlene to me for whatever reason, I just don't know? Darlene had been shot with a 9 mil.

Then I realized that the 9th letter of the alphabet was "I", ok now I think I am getting it. It was : I - Zodiac.
He wanted me to believe he was Zodiac and he killed both of these women.
I wasn't showing any fear and he needed me to know that I should be very fearful , because he was in fact thee Zodiac. Anyway that is what I perceived it to be.
The angry looking man with the thick curly hair was still coming into my work almost every night, Ron the PI could never get there in time to see him. It was Jan 1990 and I had two tickets to go to a crab feed in Walnut Creek. I wanted to go but knew it was getting too dangerous to go alone, so I asked one of my male customers Frank if he would like to join me ? He said he would , but I knew I needed to tell him that whoever this stalker was , he could shoot at us while I was driving, he wasn’t worried about it.

I said that he would need to spend the night at my home, because I didn’t want to drive back to Oakland and then back to my home alone. He was a smoker so I asked him to please open his bedroom window while he smoked.
In the morning I decided to leave early, so that whoever was following me wouldn’t see us leave. I also phoned the police to ask if they would drive by in case the man was waiting, that would get him to leave.

It took too long for the police to drive by, so we left. We were going to have breakfast at Nicko’s on 29th Ave across the street from Pier 29. It didn’t seem like we were followed, but within 5 or 10 minutes, my secret admirer walked into Nicko’s. For him to know I was there, he had to follow me.
He had on a rust colored sweater that he had worn when he came in to my work in drag. He did his hair differently , it was combed with a part on the left and it was flattened down with something that took away the curls.

But I knew it was him just the same. I didn’t act as if I recognized him, so he wouldn’t know. I also didn’t mention it to Frank right then , because I knew Frank would look over at him and he would know. I waited until the man got up from the counter and walked past me towards the rest room and the public phone area, behind me . As I was telling him that, the man must have stopped behind me, because Frank’s eyes were looking above my head at him. The man then went around that corner.

He wasn’t gone long enough to use either the restroom or the phone ,he just wanted a closer look at Frank I guess ?
I did notice that he was pretending to be reading the yellow Zodiac paperback book. I am sure he did that as a taunt.

Frank got up to pay the bill and I was looking in my purse and was thinking about carefully pulling out my gun so he could see it and then putting it in my jacket pocket.
But I was worried that if anyone else saw it, like the off duty cop sitting at the end of the counter, I would be taken away in hand cuffs. Instead my small can of mace was in my pocket.

I could see the man was walking towards me again, knowing that I was leaving. I turned towards the door , he stood in front of me as if to block my leaving. He had his hand in his right hand pocket and was holding something , with his left hand he held the Zodiac book up, so as to block anyone seeing what was in his other hand.
I turned away from him and took another look in my purse, then started to step again towards the door, again he stood in the way. This all took place in a matter of seconds. Then I guess he felt that he was drawing attention and let me walk past him out the door.
I told Frank to go fast and that I would unlock his door first, that my car alarm would go off and to lock his door right away. I unlocked my side and got in, just as I hit my door lock, the man had his hand on my door ! I let the alarm stay on, in hopes that the people inside of Nicko’s would see what was taking place. I backed out of the parking place with my knees knocking , I was very scared !
I drove across the street to let Frank off at his truck and parked my car next to the Park Street bridge, went into my work and fell apart inside. I couldn’t stop crying, I knew that would be my last day of work. This stalker was getting more and more brazen , he didn’t care that all those people saw him. I called the other waitress, who would come in at 6 pm to replace me, I asked her if she could come in two hours early so I could leave safely ? I then phoned my boyfriend and asked him to bring his brother , so his brother could drive my car to his house and my boyfriend could drive me to his home in Stockton. I am not sure if we stopped at my home so I could get my things to stay in Stockton or not. But that was what I did to try and be safe from this obsessed man.
We told his brother to come and pick me up in the morning ,but leave my car hidden in his garage. Somehow he didn’t know I wasn’t going home , I was going to Stockton.
So he went to my home looking for me, he said he knocked on the front door and then climbed the fence to knock on my bedroom window, thinking I was still sleeping. He called his brother telling him he was at my home but I wasn’t answering. That was when he found out I was in Stockton, so he drove there.

I have no doubt that he didn’t look behind him to make sure he wasn’t being followed, because the next morning my stalker drove by the house I was hiding at.
The reason I needed my boyfriend’s brother to pick me up, I had an appointment at SFPD with Jim Deasy about my stalker possibly being the Zodiac. I brought with me a tall glass that the stalker drank a “Bloody Mary” out of . It was before we knew about DNA, but I knew it would have his hand print on it which could prove either way if he was Zodiac.
Deasey told me that there were two men who would be coming in to talk about their suspect after I left. I gave him the note with the printing I was told by an “expert”, that the printing on that note was too much like the Zodiac’s printing to be his.

I also gave a tape of his voice saying : Sorry I missed you ( Meaning the shot he fired at me ) well I guess I will say goodbye, don’t worry we will get together soon.
The ruler from Healds Collage that was left with the Lake B costume.
I thought that everything I gave him was enough” if checked”, to prove I was correct in saying that this man is Zodiac. But because they get so many people saying they know who Zodiac is , you get tuned out, along with all of the kooks.

I did not mention the killers costume in my car, because it sounds too good to be true. I thought that by not mentioning it, he would at least listen to the rest of my story.

I am not sure why I didn't take my evidence to Napa PD ? That is where I should have taken it , because that is where it was found and I believed at that time , that it pertained to the Lake Berryessa crime.

At that time I still had the bottom half of the costume in a box of mixed pieces of various material above my garage.(I have not given up hope of ever finding it again.) What a different direction this case would have taken, had I known what I had at the time I found it and turned it into the Napa PD.
I am very sure the DNA from the victims is still on it, perhaps degraded, but maybe enough to prove that it was in fact thee killers costume.

Something else that I should have done and this goes for any of you who have any evidence. When you take it to the Det in charge , always ask for a receipt and a case number. I didn't do that in 1990 when I dropped off my evidence at SFPD.
I did call Jim Deasy in 1990 and asked him to please give me a case number for what I brought in to him. He said he would , but he never did.
I know that they still had what I brought in to them a few yrs ago, because I asked them to please check the handwriting on the note I gave, it took a while for them to find it but they did eventually.Or they just said that they found it to pacify me?

I stayed in hiding for a few weeks in Stockton with my boyfriend who was living with young couple who had a small child, the wife was about 6 months pregnant. They didn't seem to mind that I was at their home hiding from a possible serial killer.
One night the young mother went to a video store to pick up a movie for her daughter. When she returned she said that a man had approached her in the children's section of the store and asked her some questions that she felt were odd. She wasn't sure if the man had followed her from the house or not ?
I asked her to describe him to me, she said he was about 5ft9 185 pounds,baseball cap, didn't notice any hair. He had blue eyes , mustache, a space between his two front teeth. That fit the description of my R.H. suspect who is a buddy to the man I have a picture of.

A few days later My boyfriend Mike and I went to the movie theater and while inside I felt I was being watched
( Yes I was a bit paranoid )
Low and behold he was there, about ten rows back and to my left.I wasn't about to leave , but made sure we weren't followed when we did leave.
It really didn't matter anyway , he had already found where I was hiding.
After a few weeks of hiding ,I went back home and checked my guns to make sure they were loaded and ready, in case I had an encounter with the very scary man.

If he had followed me for any amount of time, he had to have seen me practicing at the gun range. I am a very good shot. I also belonged to a hunting club "The American Sportsman Club". When I was a young girl I had a Bee- bee gun that I like to practice shooting cans with.So I have been around guns all of my life.
I have never pulled out my gun other than at a shooting range or while hunting and would only do it if I felt I was in danger.
I would not hesitate to shoot if I had to and I am pretty sure that my stalker knows that. Knowing that this person only targets defenseless people, I don't worry as much anymore. Yes I do carry my weapon with me just in case I may need to use it.
For a long time I felt that the police would protect me , but later learned that they can't always be there in time.Each time I would call 911 , they would miss him by seconds. It was as if he had a scanner and knew when I would call 911. One time when I called because he was in my back yard, I called and they came right away. One officer who was the back up for the first one there, asked me if the man was driving a blue and white SUV type vehicle? I said yes, that was what he had just driven away in.
He said that he drove past him on the way to my home. He couldn't turn around and go after him, even though the man was going over the speed limit, because he had to back up the other officer at my home.
It was after that night that I realized I had to fight this fight by myself. I set up traps in my back yard
( Not recommended to do, because it is not legal )But I had to do what ever it took to try and stop this mad man from prowling around my yard late at night.
My two dogs would let me know when someone was there, thank goodness for them. But that all changed when one disappeared and the other was shot in the head, just like Darlene's sister Pam's dog Joey was shot in his head.
I couldn't take another chance that that could happen again to another pet so , no more dogs for me.
My neighbors had dogs and would bark when someone was near.

I sleep with my gun under my pillow and have a deadbolt lock on my bedroom door. I don't drive around at night by myself. I document everything as I have been told by LE to do.

Neighbors would see my stalker sitting in his cars/ trucks day after day on the corner where I live for more than a few hours each day. One did walk up to him one day and asked what he was doing there ? That there was a woman in the neighborhood who was being stalked by someone and wondered if he was that person ? He answered with: That is funny, I am being stalked by some woman !

To be continued .

sandy betts wrote: I saw a paper sack that was some what wadded up on the floor of the back seat. I opened it up ,and saw that it was made like a mask with eye holes cut out. I don't remember if any other holes were cut out for the mouth or nose. I do remember that it smelled real bad and it filled the car with the odor of ink or shoe polish. It also was black to match the black cloth.

Sandy, I am enjoying your posts and do not want to break your train of thought, but I have a general question, not so much to you, but to anyone who knows more about chemicals than me.

Could someone wear such a mask as you describe, for as long as it took him to commit the LB crimes (calming, subduing, getting everyones' hands tied, checking to make sure they were tight, and then the attack) without being asphyxiated by that mask? I would think that even holding a marker under ones' nose for a few minutes would cause light-headedness at the very least, let alone having your entire head enclosed in something that was radiating toxic fumes sufficient to fill a car with odor.

Especially if there were no nose or mouth holes...

Thank you ,It is fine to ask questions now, I did get to write what I needed to with out any interruptions.

What ever was used to make the hood black, was on the outside of the bag only, so the wearer wouldn't get the fumes. My car was hot inside, so it was much worse than if it were outside of the car.

I made a copy of it using a black marker ,to show everyone what it looked like and have worn it myself for longer than the time it took Zodiac to do what he did. It didn't make be dizzy or anything only very warm.

I can understand why he was sweating so much, it gets hot under that hood , because it doesn't breathe , unlike one that would have been made of cloth.
Napa PD can't believe that the hood was made of paper, so I doubt they believe the Zodiac actually put his costume in my car. That is really too bad for them and their investigation, because no one else could have known what the hood looked like that soon. Plus to use a clothes line exactly like the one taken from my yard. It had to be premeditated ! Why me or my husband is any ones guess?
The copy of the costume is on you tube, with my suspect who was recorded on my phone whispering: I like your voice baby, bye bye to you too. Then you hear his well known heavy breathing or blowing onto the phone, I then picked up the phone and he hug up.
Feel free to ask more questions.

Just curious about the dice game your husband played.. Do you know the name of it and do you recall whom he played it with.. Can you recall any of the phrases for that game.
Cheers.

Mr lowe wrote:Just curious about the dice game your husband played.. Do you know the name of it and do you recall whom he played it with.. Can you recall any of the phrases for that game.
Cheers.

I just remember that both people had a dark leather dice cup to shake up the dice. I think it was 5 dice each? Who ever got the best two out of three games won.
One of the people he played with was Cal Silva from Oakland. For instance 4 - 6's would beat 3 of a kind or a full house. I don't remember the phrases used or what the game was called.I know that I was pretty lucky and won a lot of money playing it in Vallejo.

sandy betts wrote:

Mr lowe wrote:Just curious about the dice game your husband played.. Do you know the name of it and do you recall whom he played it with.. Can you recall any of the phrases for that game.
Cheers.

I just remember that both people had a dark leather dice cup to shake up the dice. I think it was 5 dice each? Who ever got the best two out of three games won.
One of the people he played with was Cal Silva from Oakland. For instance 4 - 6's would beat 3 of a kind or a full house. I don't remember the phrases used or what the game was called.I know that I was pretty lucky and won a lot of money playing it in Vallejo.

Not really what I was after sandy.. The die game I am trying to link up is "cee lo" "see low". It's a three dice game.
Cheers..