Dr. Zodiac assumed the identity of a visiting forensic expert from Greece using high quality false identification and gained access to California police files concerning murders in the state over the last 50 years. Sifting through the files and grisly photos for clues was not a job for the queasy. Dr. Zodiac found out that during this 50 years some twenty murders had been committed and twelve of the deceased had children under 7, the time of the strongest part of the development of the oedipal complex. After ruminating over a particular case he was convinced he had made a breakthrough.
Some 48 years ago a certain Mrs. Zenon Girov, a widower, had been butchered by an axe murderer. She had been the owner of a small tea shop earning extra income by reading tea leaves, reading tarot cards and palms. She had been murdered in her tea shop by a bi-polar tea leaf salesman and her little Zenon had been hiding behind the curtain watching the deadly assault. A massive manhunt was launched but the killer managed to elude the dragnet and escaped the arms of the law. Zenon was placed in an orphanage run by the Sisters of the Hippocritter. And this ended the police file with a big stamp on the cover of the file “UNSOLVED”.
Dr. Zodiac made haste to the orphanage to see information he could gather about Zenon. Most of sisters who had been at the orphanage when Zenon was a resident there had since passed on to the Pearly Gates but Sister Blah who had at the time joined the orphanage just out of her teens did remember Zenon. She had worked in Zenon’s ward and had experience with the lad. After a cup of tea laced with a generous shot of rum and being told that Zenon might be heading for serious psychiatric problems Sister Blah opened by saying, “Little Zenon was an introvert and never made serious effort to socialize with the other boys and girls. I suppose that is understandable after he witnessed the horrific death of his mother. He did not enjoy sports but had a fascination with lawn bowling. He snuck our regularly to the The Old Birds Lawn Bowling Club and was taught the fine points of the game by the old birds. We also suspected he stole money from our collection box to subscribe to the English publication “Lawn Bowlers Monthly” . The lad was clearly swept away by a sport of old WASPY ladies. It was puzzling for us but better he have a passion about something as opposed to nothing. He begged us to build a lawn bowling pitch and give courses on the fine art of lawn bowling to the community but as you can imagine we did not have the funds necessary for such frivolity. We also had a few pregnant nuns thanks to Father…….better not go further with that one. There was also another odd characteristic the good sister noted and that was his penchant for astrology but given the vocation of his late mother that was understandable. In fact at our fund raising bazaars he would give astrology readings taking a 10% cut of the proceeds to fund his lawn bowling passions. We soon discovered that after leaving the orphanage he bought a membership in an exclusive Bay Area lawn bowling club called “The Thunderbirds”. He had even progressed to the club’s position of “lawn bowling pro”.
Being “warmed” by a second dose of rum laced tea Sister Blah added, “I suppose I should tell you, although I was at the French Riviera on vacation….rather more of a sabbatical at the time I heard that Sister Takeitall was running a special programme that dealt with explaining different religions to the children. One day Pastor Jim Bones from The People’s Temple came to speak about evangelism bringing with hm chilled Kool-Aid for the children. He briefly explained his work dealing with homosexuals, drug addicts and winos and Zenon jumped up saying that the cards had told him Bones would one day be a mass murderer with death by Kool-Aid.”
Dr. Zodiac felt he may have just scored a big hit. An individual with a violent temper and love for astrology all tied up into a possible case of “confused oedipal revenge complex”. Dr. Zodiac left the orphanage leaving a kilo gold bar behind as a donation. However before leaving Sister Blah thanked him and said, “I hope that I have been of some assistance regarding the lad. Let us pray he will not suffer as our Lord did. Oh by the way I should tell you after the Bones incident as a precaution we had him transferred to the Juvenile Mind Repair Institute as he did scratch Bone’s face. Oh by the way before you go would you care to buy a carton of our Charity Chocolate Cookies?”