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“I feel, and my wife feels, a larger police department with more resources could do a little bit more than what the Val ejo Police Department hasdoing. I can only speculate what they are doing at the present time, Inspector.”

“Have you given al your information to the Val ejo Police Department?” Toschi asked.

“Yes, but we don’t think they have done enough,” Ron said.

“When Ron Al en cal ed,” Toschi told me later, “he was a very concerned person and real y was asking San Francisco to talk to him. He says, ‘Ito talk to you fel ows and I’ve already spoken to Sergeant Mulanax and some other officers.’ It was like he wasn’t getting the same officer altime, that he wanted to pass information on. And right away my brain is thinking ahead like, ‘Oh, God, here we go again because I’ve got to talkJack Mulanax. We can’t drop the bal —I mean, it’s his jurisdiction.’”

“Where are you?” Toschi asked.

“I’m in the city,” Ron Al en said, and told him where—between Market and Mission on First Street.

“Can you get away this afternoon for fifteen or twenty minutes so we can talk to you and just see what you have?”

“Yes, I can take a break. How soon?”

“Can you spare some time so we can come down immediately?”agreed to meet in the lobby of the PG&E Building in downtown San Francisco in about thirty minutes. “What are you going to be wearing?”Toschi. “The two of us wil be there.”

“And that’s how it al started,” Toschi told me.“We natural y went in and ran it by our boss, Charlie El is, real quick. I told the lieutenant what we gothe says, ‘Another one, another tip.’ I said, ‘Charlie, this is a brother of the man that he believes is our kil er and he lives in Val ejo. This soundsy good. He real y wants to talk to us,’ I explained. ‘We can’t turn it down.’ He said, ‘OK, get on it.’ Then we ran it by the chief of inspectors,Barca. ‘You usual y get your best information from a member of the family,’ he said. I had a smile on my face.

“Ron was so sincere on the phone, within thirty or forty minutes we’re talking to him in the lobby of his workplace. As soon as he came out of the, we looked at him. He was very slender, wearing a suit, and balding a bit. The strain had obviously worn on him. I could see a bit of reliefSan Francisco was involved and I realized he recognized us.

‘Thank you, Inspectors, for coming down so quickly,’ he said. ‘I’ve just got to talk to you.’ And we sat down and took some notes. Soon as weto him I could detect the truth coming out of his mouth.

“Initial y, what we did was listen. If you want to learn something, you listen. We asked him if we could speak with his wife. He said, ‘Of course. I’dyou to speak with my wife because she feels like I do.’ And we felt this sounds pretty good, the best that we ever had of any suspect, with acoming forward and not being satisfied with what the other sheriffs’ and police departments had been doing.

“We told him we’d like to come to his home that evening and take in-depth statements with his wife and get some proof and corroboration. ‘Iyou don’t have a problem with that,’ I said. ‘No,’ he said, ‘My wife feels the same way. We’re both frightened. I’d like you to talk to my wife.’

“We cal ed Jack Mulanax to set it up. ‘I talked to the guy,’ Mulanax said. ‘We’ve checked Al en out pretty wel.’ ‘I know,’ I told him, believing him todegree, ‘but Ron’s giving us some more information and we just have to tel you we’re coming into your territory. It’s police courtesy. The brothered us. We can’t put it away.’” The behavior of the Val ejo P.D. had always puzzled Toschi. It was as if a second mystery underlay the watery townVal ejo, invisibly affecting the investigation at every turn. “For some reason Lynch and Lundblad didn’t want to come to some of our earlyin Sacramento. And here Bil and I are driving ninety miles up there.

“We arrived at the Al en home at 7:30 P.M. It was stil light out. Karen had expected us, but rambled for twenty minutes not real y saying anything.was corroborated later that evening how serious they took us. ‘I know there are a lot of leads coming in and clues,’ she said. They had consulteduncle before cal ing, to be certain they were doing the right thing.

“Everything was coming out slow, but every time she would say something of substance, Ron would shake his head, and say, ‘Yes, that’s true.’were both in sync with each other out of their fear and concern that he was stil out there.

“‘We’re very frustrated,’ Karen told me. ‘We just don’t know how serious Val ejo took us. I know there are a lot of leads coming in. We justto cal you because we were seeing your name and Inspector Armstrong’s name in the papers.’ ‘Because of the letters to the Chroniclethe media coverage,’ I told them, ‘we’re getting it al. We sure would like to spread it around a little more.’ That got a little chuckle from both RonKaren. ‘When we get a cal, we take it seriously,’ I told them. ‘We just decided, you took the time to cal, we’l take the information now and notifydetective from that jurisdiction, see what he knows and maybe it wil ring a bel.’

“I noticed that Ron was speaking with even more emotion than earlier. It was as if a little frustration had entered Ron and his wife since they sawmore was coming from the Val ejo investigation. Ron and Karen told us that Leigh had spent time in Southern California and was familiarthe area, but they weren’t too sure exactly what he was doing because he was on his own a lot.

“As we progressed we learned about the school in Sonoma and that he had a trailer up there. ‘Leigh has a couple of old junkers, old beat-up,’ Ron told us. ‘He’s what you would cal a professional student.’ Al en’s sister-in-law told us that the suspect was now residing alone in a housein Santa Rosa part of the week [Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays]. Apparently this is where he kept al his personal property. We just didn’tenough at the time to move up there. You can’t just go running in ten different directions. We were very careful to see the chief of inspectorswe came back, to keep him apprised of every move we made. ‘Keep working on it,’ Barca said.

“Next morning, I went in to see Walter Giubbini. We knew we needed more, but we had to fil in the number-two man in the D.A.’s office. Al thehad been negative and the handprinting of Arthur Leigh Al en had, according to Mulanax and Lundblad, been negative, but the chiefsat straight up as we told him what the Al ens had related. ‘We’re pretty excited about it,’ I said.

“‘I wonder why Val ejo didn’t cal you guys,’ said Giubbini, ‘and tel you everything about this Arthur Leigh Al en.’

“‘We’re giving them everything we’ve got, Walter, so we can get closure on this. Do we have enough for a search warrant?’

“‘Frankly, you don’t. Unless you get more physical evidence, al you have is theories and speculations by the brother of Leigh Al en.’

“‘We’re making some enemies with the other jurisdictions, these other detectives,’ said Toschi.

“‘That’s natural,’ said Giubbini. ‘D.A.s are like that too. They want to hold on and hog the case. But this is too good for you to just drop off withMulanax. You work it. They cal ed for you. It sounds good, but work it up a little bit more.’

“We just kept moving along on Al en,” continued Toschi, “kinda focusing on him, but not ruling anyone else out. You can’t do that if you want to begood detective. Because if al you’re thinking about is ‘John Doe,’ when ‘Charlie Smith’ is actual y your suspect, you’re in real trouble. We weren’ttunnel vision on Al en and excluding other suspects. Stil, he was the best we had had up to that time. Most of what Ron and Karen told usalready been discussed with Mulanax and Lundblad, only with more feeling with us. We were satisfied with Mulanax and his investigation. Hewhat he could. But I kept in contact with Mulanax, Lundblad, and Nicolai and Narlow.

“In Val ejo there was resentment, which bothered me al the time, especial y when we went over to their headquarters. You could sense uniformedkind of turning their backs and staring at us. Here I am walking in with my large black folder, which I had with me constantly. We were goadingother guys, saying, ‘Stay with him. He’s too good to let go even if you’ve spoken to him ten times each. We are very impressed with this.’ We were getting a lot of misinformation from Val ejo, Solano. This is why there is such a long delay before we got a warrant.”time Toschi descended from Homicide, he passed Giubbini’s office in the west corner of the third floor, and Giubbini would cal out, “Catchyet?” Then he would laugh. But as the two investigators continued to gather evidence for a search warrant, he slowly became a believer.

“Keep trying,” Giubbini said.

“Final y, when we felt we had built up enough information,” said Toschi, “that’s when we went to our lieutenant again. ‘I think maybe we could get awarrant,’ I said. We had a lot going, but we just pursued the case much more than the other detectives working on Arthur Leigh Al en. It justso right. That’s how we ended up final y getting a warrant.”was the information about Leigh’s trailer that impel ed Armstrong and Toschi to seek a search warrant specifical y for Santa Rosa. They beganthe groundwork—a time-consuming and tedious business. The D.A.’s office, specifical y Fred Wissmann, in one county, San Francisco, hadbe convinced. A judge, James Jones, Jr., in another county, Sonoma, had to grant a warrant. If they wanted to search Al en’s basement in Val ejohis locker at the refinery in Pinole, that required warrants from Solano County and Contra Costa County. And negotiations with two other judgesdistrict attorneys.

“And al the time more information was pouring in to Armstrong and to me from Al en’s brother. I just kept gathering it up and putting it al into ahomicide case folder. Then more physical evidence, until we reached a point where we went again to Giubbini and this time he listened.

‘Type up a search warrant for Al en in Sonoma County,’ he said, and we did.”, September 14, 1972

“We compiled enough to complete an affidavit through our district attorney and search whatever property Leigh had in Santa Rosa,” Toschi said.noon, Bil Armstrong filed an affidavit for a search warrant to the City of Santa Rosa Municipal Court, Sonoma County. Specifical y, he andwanted close look inside Leigh’s Universal trailer parked at the Sunset Trailer Park. He requested the warrant include the shed Al en keptthe conventional trailer. Armstrong described to Judge James E. Jones, Jr., the property they sought: two 9-mil imeter guns, ammunitionthem, and any expended 9-mil imeter casings; a.22-caliber semiautomatic pistol, ammunition for it, and any expended cartridges from that. They were especial y interested in any pistol with a flashlight attached to its barrel.detective listed other evidence, items that fel under the province of stolen property: identification taken from the body of Paul Stine, keys toyel ow taxi, and the missing portion of the cabbie’s bloodstained shirt. Until recently Zodiac had been including bloodstained squares of theinside his letters. Al communications from Zodiac had abruptly ceased eighteen months ago. Toschi suspected they would never receivescrap of that gray-and-white-striped sport shirt. From the Lake Berryessa attack Armstrong designated the square-topped, black’s hood with a white circle and a cross emblazoned on it; black Wing Walker boots, size 10½ R; a blue bloodstained windbreaker; a large foot-long knife, one inch wide with a wooden handle with two brass rivets and tape around the handle. Armstrong did not list thebrass-riveted scabbard for the knife. He spoke to the judge in chambers and went over some of the more confidential information with him.stenographer took down his words.

“I remember the judge reading our affidavit and saying he actual y felt we had him. ‘Good hunting, Detectives,’ he said. ‘I believe you final y haveman.’ And the D.A. here in San Francisco said, ‘I think you’ve got him.’ Even though other detectives had talked with the brother, we couldn’tthe case. Our district attorney felt the same way. We just had to be sure. As usual we shared everything we did with Val ejo. We even told themwere going to Santa Rosa with a search warrant in case they wanted to come along. And they said, ‘No.’ Bil Armstrong and I didn’t even know ifejo was being up front with us in 1969-70 and ’71. They almost resented us because of everything flowing into San Francisco because of the. I told Giubbini, ‘Bil and I aren’t out to badmouth the other detectives. We have a job to do.’”picked up aspirin at the little cigar shop in the Hal of Justice. He grabbed some animal crackers from the corner store. “I’d usual y bring inor three boxes when we’d start to go on cal on Monday morning,” he said. “I got so I liked them. So little time and I had to eat something. Mywas almost coming off from stress. I chewed more than my share of aspirin every day, and especial y the day we went to Santa Rosa.”and Armstrong, accompanied by Bob Dagitz, an SFPD fingerprint examiner who had worked the Stine murder, and two local deputy, arrived at 2963 Santa Rosa Avenue. Santa Rosa was a busy road not too far from the rush of traffic. Some of the trailers had gravel lawnswith foliage more suitable for the desert. They began hunting for the trailer.

“When we make an arrest, our work in Homicide begins,” said Toschi. “Is it a strong case for the grand jury? Is it a weak case? How can I build it? What didn’t I do properly? Unlike my television counterparts, much of my time is spent in dealing with the families of the deceased and theof the suspect. I must sympathize with one and be extremely sensitive with the other. I’m an average guy and I’m an honest policeman.who is al owed legal y to carry a loaded gun, and the right to shoot it, has power, but it cal s for a lot of common sense. When I first put onfirst gun I felt like a cowboy. I have only used it twice.” Under his corduroy jacket, on his left side, Toschi wore his upside-down triple-drawrig. A spring in the holster held his.38-caliber Colt Cobra in place. They might be going up against a dangerous and powerful man. A refilsix bul ets and handcuffs on his right side balanced the weight.

“As I said, I’ve drawn my gun twice. I was fired upon on September 22, 1956. Afterwards, they said I’d saved the life of a man who had been shotfew seconds before I got there. I threw him to the ground as I saw they had a shotgun. I couldn’t I.D. either one because it happened too fast. I sawgun at the window, actual y kicked in the door—it was not bolted too wel, and caught one guy. Got the shotgun. The other guy got caught in the. About an hour later I wondered, ‘Why was I playing such a cowboy?’ That’s the closest I came to being kil ed.”and Karen Al en had provided them with precise directions on the trailer’s location. Sadly, they had never visited the trailer. Toschi, to be, had Mrs. Reese, the trailer court manager, show them specifical y which stal the professional student used. They walked unsteadily alongtar, concrete, and gravel sections that made up the stal s. At each, an aquamarine pole sported a miniature white streetlight. A few trees wereto grow. The sky was so crystal blue it made their eyes ache. “That’s it.” Reese gestured. “A-7.” The trailer’s license, AP 6354, jibed withinformation. “But he just drove off before you arrived,” she said.had been in such a hurry that he had left his trailer door standing open. Had he somehow known they were coming and fled withevidence? His immediate flight was suspicious, but there was nothing they could do about it. The suspect, a police groupie, waswith many officers and might have been warned. “You get friendly with cops and you hear things,” said Toschi. Perhaps his relatives hada last-minute change of heart. The detectives just didn’t know. Al they knew for certain was that they were dealing with a highly intel igent andman.and Armstrong spent the time poking around the exterior. Al en had made some alterations to the trailer, an earth-colored affair streakedrust in places. “It was a standard trailer,” said Toschi. Tapered concrete blocks supported the off-wheels trailer. A locked shed adjoined it.the detectives didn’t know was that Al en had recently repaneled the interior of one of his trailers, possibly this one, maybe the one in Bodega.something hidden within those wal s? “We kind of moseyed around because we had a search warrant,” said Toschi. The investigators invitedin and made a cursory inspection of the trailer. It had an acrid smel like the refinery. Toschi indicated a map of Lake Berryessa tapedthe wal. Zodiac had attacked a couple there.Dagitz had been excited about Al en as a suspect as soon as he heard Al en was familiar with Berryessa and the outskirts of Val ejo. HeLeigh was ambidextrous, good with a bow and arrow, and proficient with various weapons. Toschi thought that Al en fulfil ed everything heZodiac should be. He moved Al en’s bed away from the wal and discovered the largest jar of Vaseline he had ever seen. Several large,dildos rol ed out at his feet. Sadomasochistic pornography was stacked in a box, and male blow-up dol s were in the trailer. Books onand biology were everywhere, many stamped with Al en’s name. Some bloodstained clothing littered a table. But they knew Al en was a. Toschi pushed the bed back into place and entered the smal unkempt kitchen. He pried open the freezer. Little animal heart, livers, androdent bodies were inside.no real sex was involved in Zodiac’s assaults, technical y he was a sexual psychopath or, more accurately, a sexual sadist. Stanford’s Dr.T. Lunde told me that sexual sadists commonly acted out sadistic impulses in their early teens—torturing and kil ing cats, dogs, and other animals. “He tortures and kil s substitute victims, smal animals,” he said. “There certainly is the need to kil... something at certain intervals.”believed that in adulthood, such an individual, if it were made very difficult for him to kil humans, might revert to kil ing animals. “It would bethan nothing,” he said.

“The sociopathic murderer usual y has a physical y cruel, rejecting father and perhaps a hysterical, seductive mother,” Dr. Manfred Guttmacherin The Mind of the Murderer. “The effects of cruelty on the smal child are more than simple neglect. In retaliation, the sociopath inflictson others and feels no guilt in doing so. The earliest objects of his cruelty are often animals.”Al en was working toward a degree in biology, he hadn’t yet requested permission from the state to dissect and experiment on smal. He would file an application for a scientific col ecting permit with the Resources Agency of the California Department of Fish and Game. “Ito col ect the fol owing species,” Al en would write, “chipmunks—number indefinite. I expect to col ect in the fol owing localities: Marin County,County and Mendocino County, (Possibly Solano, Napa & Lassen). I desire to col ect by the fol owing methods: Live traps (Havahart &made).” He was under the sponsorship of Dr. John D. Hopkirk, an associate professor of biology of Sonoma State Col ege, where Al enin biological sciences and minored in chemistry.five minutes after racing off, Al en returned. They heard his old clunker approaching, and were outside to meet him as he parked. A cloud ofarose. “It was nice seeing Al en drive up and real y introducing ourselves,” Toschi said later. “Both of us said, ‘Leigh, how are you—we’re Sanpolice inspectors.’ His car was dirty. Through the dirty rear window, we could see clothes, papers, and books in the backseat. He waswhen he showed up because he had never had two detectives actual y talking to him with a warrant in hand and we took him by surprise

—the first time he had met two cops who meant business, face to face, inches away, and he didn’t know if we were going to arrest him.” Becausewas into a lot of other stuff, he wasn’t sure, at first, what had brought the police to his trailer.huge chemist crawled out of his car.

“What’s al this about?” he said cool y.en didn’t recal Toschi and Armstrong from their visit to the refinery a year ago. He should have remembered, or might have been shamming.

“We want to talk to you, Leigh,” said Armstrong. “We have a search warrant for your trailer and for your person. We have information that you arevery good suspect in the Zodiac murders.”en explained he thought Zodiac had been arrested. “Besides, I live in Val ejo,” he added, “and I’ve already talked to Val ejo P.D.”

“We know,” Toschi said. “Here’s your copy of the warrant.”

“Wel, help yourself,” conceded Al en with a shrug.the investigators began a more exhaustive scrutiny, dragging furniture away from the dingy windows and drawing back the sheets. Toschithe bed away from the wal as if for the first time. Again dildos rol ed out.

“I just sort of fool around,” Leigh said matter-of-factly.did not seem at al embarrassed by that, or the sadistic pornography the detectives ferreted out. In the close quarters of the off-wheels trailerwere aware of how physical y powerful their suspect was. “Al en was an awesome and frightening man, a beast,” said Toschi. “He was soand angry at our being on his turf at Santa Rosa. Over the next hour, we tore apart his place pretty good. I remember for some reason he tookimmediate dislike to me personal y. And I was always the good guy. The D.A.s would use me to disarm these guys. I remember some of thesaying, ‘With Dave it just comes natural. People believe him.’ I would just get them to talk to me, and I mean this without being pompous. Buttold me afterward, ‘I don’t understand it. He doesn’t like you. Everybody likes you.’ Even Bob Dagitz, who was with us to take his prints,, ‘That’s the first time, Dave, I ever saw a suspect not like you.’”they questioned Al en, Toschi did most of the talking, stil playing good cop. Al en had an “I’ve seen through your sweet-talking act” look on his. Toschi continued to probe. He noticed Al en was wearing a ring with a “Z” on it and the Zodiac watch, a gift for Christmas, 1968. He wasy shouting that he was Zodiac. “We have to take your prints,” Toschi told the student. Obviously annoyed, Al en fought against that. Final y,got good fingerprints. He went to a lamp in the corner, and began making comparisons to the prints found on Stine’s cab. They believedhad left behind eight points on each of two fingerprints on the taxi. Partial fingerprints usual y contain twelve characteristic points. Alhave a delta, which serves as a starting point to tal y the number of friction ridges separating it from the core of the pattern: radial loops,loops, arches, tented arches, and whorls. From the symbol numbers assigned to the components, the final classification is evolved. Toschithat less than twelve points of similarity would be subject to an expert’s “opinion” and that fragmentary prints, such as they had, most oftennot be positively matched. He also knew that Dagitz was one of the best print men. Dagitz worked quietly by the lamp in a corner of the trailer.wrote down: “0 9 R 001 13/4 18 U 101 13.” Then they went about getting samples of Al en’s handprinting. Toschi had two sheets of paper withsentences supplied by Sherwood Morril. He had been carrying them around for three years. “Sherwood had given us forms when we had the, as he put it, ‘to have a strong suspect’ print for us,” recal ed Toschi, “and I had them ready. On the original letters, the ink was quite, as if Zodiac had pressed very, very hard. He was very deliberate in what he was saying. The printing was smal, most of it lower case. Oncesaw one, you would pretty much immediately recognize another as from him.” The detective told Leigh he had to reprint the sentences on thepage. “We want you to print right- and left-handed and in upper case and lower case,” he said. “We want you to print this list of sentences.”

“You’l notice,” Toschi told me later, “that in the exemplar that Leigh printed for us we had him use a black felt-tipped pen. We thought since wegoing this far, we might as wel do it right. There are only a few companies putting out such inks as he uses. Sherwood had always said thatwas probably printing right-handed in his letters. I asked another expert [Postal Inspector John Shimoda] later and he felt the same way

—‘the printing was of a right-hand type.’ But Al en was known to be ambidextrous, and I remember him tel ing us that he ‘usual y did things left-, but could use both hands in certain activities.’ Al his family and friends told us positively that Leigh could write, shoot, and shoot bow andwith either hand.”showed Al en the phrase “up until now I have kil ed five.” “We want you to just print the way you normal y print,” he said. “I understand yousome ability with your left hand,” Toschi added. “I don’t do it left-handed,” said Al en. “Who told you that?”

“We know what you can do and what you can’t.”en had been born left-handed and forced to be right-handed in elementary school. Everyone there knew that. He cooperated with theand wrote handwriting exemplars with both his right and left hands. Al en appeared to have some difficulty writing left-handed. “I can’t,”said.

“He is ambidextrous,” thought Toschi. “Do the best you can. Print capital letters, smal letters. Print what we tel you,” said Toschi. Al en didn’t likeat al. “We had him go from ‘A’ to ‘Z’ and from ‘1 to 10.’”

“Why can’t I print what I want?” he snarled., impatience showing in his voice for the first time, told him, “Because this is what we want you to print.” “The suspect’s right handprintinghis left handprinting were almost identical,” Toschi told me, “but right-handed his printing was a bit larger. When you see Leigh again you mightattention to what hand he uses to write with. Al en appeared to be disturbed as he printed. It was not as neat as samples of his earlier writing.”Toschi asked Al en to print, “This is the Zodiac speaking.”

“What are you making me say? That I’m Zodiac?”told him no, and promised if the printing did not match Zodiac’s, they would walk away. “We wil rule you out completely. But we have to be.”handed, Al en wrote the phrase in large letters. He was obviously altering his printing. But Al en’s printing had that spacey quality found inZodiac letters. Toschi noted, “His printing varied from smal, neat, sloppy, then larger in the Santa Rosa trailer. He printed a bit larger. Zodiac’swas quite smal.” Toschi laid down Morril ’s second page of quotes. “Print, ‘In answer to your answer for more details about the good timeshad in Val ejo, I shal be very happy to supply even more material.’” he said. Al en copied it faithful y, repeating the word “more.”Al en was ordered to print a phrase from a letter in which Zodiac quoted from memory and paraphrased Gilbert and Sul ivan’s The Mikado.

“Al people who are shaking hands shake hands like that.” The last lines Al en wrote tilted toward the bottom right side of the page, as was commonZodiac letters. He also copied, “I am no longer in control of myself.” On December 20, 1969, Zodiac had written: “I am afraid I wil loose controland take my nineth & possibly tenth victom.”time was running out and the policemen had found no smoking gun inside the trailer connecting Al en to the Zodiac. “Al en seemed to knowto say,” said Toschi. “Not a dumb man. A very wily man. I’l never forget being in his presence. He mentioned Berryessa. He shook our hands.left our cards.

“And I could feel the hatred as we were leaving. He must have been relieved, thinking that ‘I’m not going to get busted,’ but also thinking, ‘Are theyto come back?’ As I left I said, ‘I’l be seeing you again, Leigh,’ Anything he was planning went on hold. Al en wasn’t cool when we left. Therea lot of frustration when we left the trailer court.”detectives adjourned to the Holiday Inn Coffee Shop at 3345 Santa Rosa Avenue, about six blocks away, to have lunch and discuss the. It was hot. Toschi could tel Dagitz was pretty depressed. The fingerprint expert put down his cup and said, “The prints on Stine’s cab, ifwere those of Zodiac, do not match Al en’s. It’s a positive no.”

“But,” said Armstrong, “there were so many fingerprints in this public cab, that it is unknown that if, in fact, we have Zodiac’s fingerprints at thescene or not. In some of the letters Zodiac wrote us, he bragged that he put airplane glue on fingers to obliterate any fingerprints.”

“So they have a latent print,” Mulanax later told me. “It’s my own personal opinion there’s a lot of doubt this could be a Zodiac print. You dust a cabyou’re going to lift some latents off it. Doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the guy who did the job. On the same thing, up in Napa, they have a partialprint, but how many people use a public phone booth?”

“When we drove back from Santa Rosa,” said Toschi, “even though we were told we had to have a little bit more, we then went up to seeMorril. The refinery where Leigh had worked was not too far from Val ejo. Every time I pass it going up to Sacramento, I’d see the darnand it would bring back memories. I would think, ‘I wish we could close this case.’ This is what was on my mind constantly. Constantly. And Iwe did.”Sacramento a heavyset, scholarly man in a three-piece pinstripe suit greeted them. Morril took the two pages Al en had printed. He studiedthrough his thick glasses. That night he would put them under his twin microscope. “Morril, to be honest, shot us down,” Toschi recal ed, “Heand said, ‘Sorry, Dave. There’s just no match. I’m sure you have the right suspect and I’m sure you’re on the right track.’ Sherwoodthat the handprinting was similar, but not the Zodiac kil er’s.”

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