HUNTED
The Zodiac Murders
The Zodiac Serial KillerBook One
Mark Hewitt, DBA
HUNTEDBook OneThe Zodiac Murders
By Mark Hewitt, DBA
Copyright 2016 Mark G. Hewitt
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CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For the creation and publication of this book, I am indebted to many. I therefore gratefully acknowledge the hard work of each individual who assisted me in researching, writing, and editing of these pages.
My publisher, Steven Booth of Genius Book Company, labored night and day to get this to print. He and his team worked to fine tune my words, clarify my ideas, and offer you this book.
My family and friends have been my incomparable inspiration. Without their love and support this project would never have been completed.
Other select individuals served to impel, direct, or challenge me. These include Soren Korsgaard of Denmark, Ricardo Gomez of San Francisco, and the elusive and enigmatic Kevin DeWeerd.
Above all, glory to God in the Highest, the giver of life and the creator and solver of all mystery.
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to Cheri Jo, David, Betty Lou, Darlene, Cecelia, and Paul. I would have liked you, and I have come to respect and admire you all. In your own way, you have each exuded your personality as engaging, vibrant, warm human beings. Typical Americans, if there is such a thing, pursuing typical American activities, you were guilty only of crossing paths with a sociopathic killer. Your tragic loss has deprived the world of so much.
Your murderer is a heinous fiend with no conscience. While future revelations may usher us toward a clearer understanding of his experience and personality, even offering up mitigating circumstances, nothing will ever justify these appalling, senseless crimes that cut short the precious lives of you who were so alive.
PROLOGUE
This is the murderer
September 27, 1969
The man dressed in black betrayed no emotion as he ascended from the expansive reservoir. He knew it would be dark soon, and the heat of the day would give way to a cool, dry night. The sun continued to wane behind the tree-covered hills he was climbing. Still, he was in no hurry. He carefully made his way toward his car which was parked nearly 200 yards from the shoreline. He maneuvered his sturdy, black leather boots across the rugged terrain. Behind him, he left a horrific crime scene of senseless brutality that would haunt generations to come. It is possible he suspectedeven hopedthat his actions would be discussed and debated for the next four decades and beyond.
As the man put distance between himself and the water, a young couple struggled to survive. Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepard fought against the agony of a combined 16 stab wounds to their torsos. They wrestled at the waters edge with the hollow, plastic cords that bound them. When they felt it was safe, they screamed for help. They could feel their lives ebbing away in a torrential gush of blood.
Their assailant continued in a measured stride. The foot-long knife back in its wooden scabbard on his belt and a menacing handgun returned to its smooth, black holster on his other side, he trudged up the hill at a chillingly calm pace. He had just completed what would become his signature attack. He was concealed from view behind a dark, rectangular hood with eye holes that was pulled down to cover part of his chest. Across his front in white, an ominous gun-sight symbol bore silent witness to the threat posed by his weapon. Before the day was over, he would scrawl on the car door of his victims, then drive to the nearby town of Napa and boast of his carnage in a telephone call to the Napa Police Department. Before he would complete his criminal career, there would be other crimesand other victims.
His many attacks would leave at least five dead and two critically injured across a three-year span of unprovoked violence. The assailantwho gave himself the terrifying and cryptic name, the Zodiaccaptured the attention of the American public and the law enforcement community by claiming credit for his deeds in telephone calls, by writing missives to area newspapers, and by creating and sending ciphers that would evade decryption for decades. He wanted front page coverage from the papers, and gave ample evidence that he was eager to spread fear. His motivating force, the reason for the murders, appeared to be a quest to make a name for himself. He demanded fame. In his apparent aim, he was only partially successful.
For a killer who desired publicity and infamy, he could scarcely have chosen a more ill-advised time and place to ply his trade than Northern California in the year 1969. International events and local news would both conspire against the Zodiac serial killer to deny him the attention he seemed so desperate to acquire. Though he may have begun his appalling career in 1966, and killed again in December of 1968, he did not garner nationwide interest or international curiosity until the summer of 1969 with his creation of ciphers, his claim to an iconic moniker, and his use of a personal symbol.
As newsworthy as his macabre and horrific killings were, the Zodiacs deadly actions were overshadowed by the wanton and seemingly random carnage of the Manson Family in the Los Angeles area of Southern California. On two nights of bloody mayhem in mid-August, a band of antisocial and psychopathic cult membersled by the soon-to-be infamous cultural icon Charles Mansoninvaded the quiet homes of two carefree families and slaughtered everyone they found. They used knives, guns, rope, and a barbeque fork. Their conscience provided no restraint. They capped their evil work with cryptic words splashed across surfaces in the fresh blood of one of their victims. Regardless of the many headlines claimed by the Zodiac, he was always the neglected younger step-brother to his media-savvy rival to the south. The scandalous scenes of horror that the Manson Family left behind could never be equaled in gore, never eclipsed in evoking the dread of a community, and never be bested in manipulating the media to spread a palpable message of fear.
The Zodiac also suffered from geography. Northern California has always seemed to play second fiddle to the southern half of its state. Maybe it was the weather. Northern Californias gray, rainy winters encouraged rueful depression in some, while Los Angeles and San Diego enjoyed year-round sun and some of the most pleasant climatic patterns the planet has to offer. And publicity followed the sun. The north, with its earthy business people and pensive wine connoisseurs, appeared content to remain outside of the glow of the limelight. Instead, public attention focused its beam on Hollywoods celebrities, Malibus pricey homes, and the tanned beach bodies to the south. If Southern California was where you went to find excitement, glamor, and a fast-paced life, Northern California was your destination for an easy retirement, a relaxing vacation, or a slow, casual lifestyle.