The Zodiac Enigma

San Francisco, 1969. The letters started appearing without warning… no name,

no address. Just a circle with a cross. The man who called himself the

Zodiac. Each message came with a new code… a threat… a puzzle meant

to taunt us. We chased every clue — lonely highways, lovers’ lanes, terrified witnesses.

Every time we got close, he slipped right past us. Then came the

call. Calm. Cold. He said killing people was like ‘

keeping score.’ We traced the line… but he ended it before we could move.

Some killers disappear. But the Zodiac? His trail simply faded. And after all