Free Zodiac Killer: Newly Discovered Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Holy Ghost Writer

all.”
     
    Mark turned to Holmes, his eyes wiser than they had been a few days before. “I know who you really are now, Grandpa,” Mark said. “And if anyone can catch this man, it’s you.”
     
     

 
    Chapter 16
    Maps
     
     
     
    Breakfast was a little late the following morning, as Holmes and Watson had been out so late and then had stayed up with Mark until the sun rose. Mrs. Merritt had fixed a feast. They had waffles with creamy butter and rich syrup. She had also made fried eggs, scrambling them with cheese and green onions. There were homemade biscuits, gravy, and thick slices of ham. They also had freshly squeezed California orange juice. They did not do much talking while they devoured the delicious food, but once they were finished, Holmes thought it was time to talk to Mark about his abduction.
     
    “Mark, do you feel up to talking about what happened?” he asked.
     
    “I guess so. I was playing in the front yard, and the next thing I remember was waking up on a black couch.”
     
    “Do you remember what Jack looked like?” asked Holmes.
     
    “Well, he was kinda fat and not too tall. He had brown hair and wore black glasses.”
     
    “What about his voice?”
     
    “He talked a little funny. His words sounded a little different than how I say them. Actually he sounded a little like you, Grandpa.”
     
    “Do you think you could tell me where he lives?”
     
    “No. I was asleep when we got there, and when we left, he put a mask on me. He said he didn’t want anyone to know where he lived. Did I do OK, Grandpa?”
     
    “Yes, Mark, you did great.”
     
    “Grandpa, why didn’t you ever tell me you were Sherlock Holmes?”
     
    “Mark, there are some things about our family that I do not think you are old enough to understand yet. One day, I will explain them to you, and you will understand. But for now, just trust that you have the blood of Sherlock Holmes running through your veins. We are family, and I will always protect you. Don’t forget how much I love you. OK?”
     
    “OK, Grandpa.”
     
    “Where did you go last night before Mark came back?” asked Lydia. “I heard you go out, and I was worried!”
     
    “There was a murder,” Holmes said. “If the paper has come, you can probably read all about it. I think we should not discuss it when Mark is around, but I will talk to you about it later,” Holmes told her.
     
    “I understand.”
     
    After Holmes called Detective Davis to let him know Mark was safe, Holmes and Watson went out onto the patio and picked up the San Francisco Chronicle . Holmes read the letter that was printed prominently on the front page.
     
    This is the Zodiac speaking.
    I am the murderer of the taxi driver over by Washington St + Maple St last night, to prove this here is a blood stained piece of his shirt. I am the same man who did in the people in the north bay area.
    The S. F. police could have caught me last night if they had searched the park properly instead of holding road races with their motorcycles seeing who could make the most noise. The car drivers should have just parked their cars and sat there quietly waiting for me to come out of cover.
    School children make nice targets, I think I shall wipe out a school bus some morning. Just shoot out the front tire + then pick off the kiddies as they come bouncing out.
     
    “Look here, Watson. The Zodiac has written a confession already. It is posted in the paper,” Holmes said and read it to his friend. “He even sent a piece of Stine’s bloody shirt. What gall the man has.”
     
    “Yes, but we already knew this. And even if they get any fingerprints from the cab, it won’t be evidence—countless passengers could have left their fingerprints on the seats and windows over the past few days.”
     
    “I’ve expanded the police profile of him since I am privy to some information they don’t know—and wouldn’t believe anyway,” Holmes said. “He probably lives in an apartment