My name is _______________________. In August 2019 I contacted George Barwood ( Facebook account George.Barwood ) by Facebook messenger and told him ( over a period of some weeks in hundreds of messages ) that I was forced to help Edward Wayne Edwards prepare a postcard to the San Francisco Chronicle in March 1971. I was age 18, pregnant but unmarried. I was terrorised by Edwards from January to April 1971. Edwards implied that he shot his mother in 1938, told me that he murdered Elizabeth Short in 1947, Stephanie Bryan in 1955 and Paul Lee Stine on 11 October, 1969. Many years later he confessed to planting the remains of Laci Peterson in April 2003.
My brother, George, attended the Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center in the Presidio, San Francisco, together with Darin Burns (first name changed). My mother had thrown me out of her house in Galt, California, because I called her stepfather a SOB. I was working in a bakery after school in the evenings for school credits. My mother called the bakery owner Mrs. S. and told her I was kicked out. Mrs S. took me to get my clothes off ofmy mother’s lawn and took me home to live in her house with her family. Mrs S. told me her step-father was a SOB. George brought his group of friends to Mrs S.’s house and introduced me to Darin. Darin and George both studied Russian and all of the boys were cryptanalysts.
I eloped to Reno, Nevada with Darin to get married but when that fell through because I didn’t have the needed documentation we moved into an apartment close to the Presidio. I was promised that the marriage was still going to happen. In July 1970 I got pregnant, a few days later I realised I was pregnant, and told Darin at once, and Darin threw me out the day after I told him. My oldest brother came and picked me up to take me to my sister Carol’s house.
Around October 1970, I moved into a tiny apartment at 1020B S River Road in West Sacramento, converted from half of the garage of the single-storey house where my sister was living with seven children. I was not renting from my sister though, it was a rental property in a camp, which had a store where rent was paid. The rent was $50 a month including utilities.
In mid-December 1970, a woman calling herself Lucy moved into the apartment converted from the other half of the garage. The next day I met Lucy. That week-end I went to Lucy’s apartment for potato gravy and biscuits, and met an Italian-American man who identified himself as John, who later introduced me to Edwards.
Around 1st January 1971, I went again to Lucy’s apartment, and I believe I was drugged. I was taken to the whorehouse after I was drugged. That was to be where I would be staying, locked away, until I gave birth. I was only taken back to the apartment because I told the madam who my brother was. She told John she liked me, I was a “good girl”, and was “a keeper”. She told him he should take me home. It was then that I became his “cover girl”. I was later told that other pregnant women were kept there until they gave birth. Then the babies were sold to an attorney in San Francisco. It was John who told me how the babies were gotten and sold.
The whorehouse was a three-story Victorian house, but because I was drugged, I have no idea where it was, I have looked in vain for it on google maps.
Sometime in January/February, John took me to a nearby hotel room where Edward S. Montgomery was staying. John left us together for an hour or two while he took care of some business. Montgomery told me he was a Pulitzer Prize winner and about the cases of Caryl Chessman, Barbara Graham, and Burton Abbott ( who was executed for Stephanie Bryan’s murder). Montgomery claimed all three were innocent.
In March, Edwards prepared and sent the Pines card. I had to help him prepare it. The card was to be hand-delivered to the post office on March 22, 1971.
On April 7 Carol took me to her house as my baby was due. My daughter was born the next day at Sutter Memorial Hospital. On April 9 or 10 John came to the hospital. After leaving hospital, I was living in the tiny apartment up to May 16, when I married Darin in La Mirada, California.
In mid-September I flew to the UK. I transferred to Heathrow by taxi, then flew to Dundee, Scotland. My husband Darin was stationed at RAF Edzell, Scotland.
Some time after April 13, 2003, Edwards must have visited me ( I believe at night ) and told me how he planted the body of Laci Peterson. I have has objects in my possession that I never bought, they just appeared. I did not know ( prior to 2015 ) how the things came to be in my possession. Books that I never would have gotten myself. In fact I threw one of the books away after I looked inside it.
Edwards also showed me images from Tim Holt comic books explaining how “ED” was on the sleeve of “Red Mask” ( first page), and he was the inker. Edwards showed me some pictures of paintings Fred Harman had done. Edwards told me Harman was his friend. Edwards occasionally did the inking.
Around 2005, I told my family about how I met “John” and his associates ( although not Edwards ). I didn’t know who “John” was at that stage, I just knew he was mafia, it wasn’t until 2015 that I figured that out.
In 2015, I became aware of John Cameron’s investigation ( while searching for information on Burton Abbott – due to Edward S. Montgomery telling me that that Burton Abbott was innocent ). Although when I contacted Cameron I initially had no conscious memory of Edwards, I then remembered a black doctor’s bag Edwards used, and then started to recover memories of Edwards. Edwards appears to have used a combination of inducing extreme fear, drugs and post-hypnotic suggestion to suppress my memories until after Edwards’ death.
My medical condition
I have PTSD which makes it stressful to recover my memories of Edwards, and a medical condition which means that such stress is even dangerous.
Just the thought of the act of searching back through my mind to when Edwards first appeared will cause my adrenaline to soar to the highest levels. I have Adrenal Insufficiency because of the pituitary tumours and radiation treatments. When your adrenaline goes up your body makes Cortisol to bring it back down. My body can’t make the Cortisol. If I can’t take enough replacement of the Cortisol, in pill form or an injection, to bring the adrenaline back down I will go into crisis and die.
The Death of Edwards’ mother
In 1971, Edwards told me I was a “time-capsule”. He explained to me the circumstances of his mother’s death. Edwards told me about the gangrene, the red streaks shooting out from it, and how it was red hot to the touch. He told me about her saying, “They Shoot Horses Don’t They” and her crying out in agony, “It Burns” over and over. He said she was a little woman and then how she couldn’t reach the trigger on the rifle. He then said “You don’t think she could shoot herself in the stomach do you?”
The Zodiac Halloween Card
In 1971, besides forcing me to help him make the Pines card, Edwards also told me about the Zodiac Halloween card sent to Paul Avery. The part that has “By Fire”, “By Gun”, “By Rope”, “By Knife”, etc. he pointed out that the “By” in “by knife” was different and directed downward. The “N” in knife was backwards and “N” is the 14th letter in the alphabet. Backwards that would be 41 which is April 1st ( his mother’s birthday). Combined 4+1 = 5 which is him. And the backwards “N” directs to the opposite page. He explained the reason 5 is him is that “E” is the 5th letter in the alphabet.
The Dripping Pen Card
Edwards explained the “The Bleeding Knife” in a card mailed to the San Francisco Chronicle on November 8, 1969.
That is not a knife. It is a dog tail. Backwards dog = god. Edwards said he was god. He said tail = tale. Tale = story. His story = history. History repeats itself starting with his mother. His history is dripping with blood. Edwards told me things about the Pen too but I haven’t remembered that yet.
The Zodiac Pines Card Details
I had to help Edwards prepare the postcard sent to the San Francisco Chronicle on March 22, 1971. The card was prepared on the 19th and 20th, Edwards left on the 21st, after telling John to make sure the card was hand delivered to a Post Office in San Francisco the next day.
I had to trim the news cuttings and punch the edge to make it serrated.
Edwards explained to me the significance of a barely visible snow-covered wagon ( circled in red ) in the Pines card:
Edwards’ birth name was Charles, and his middle name was Wayne. Charles’ Wain is “A bright circumpolar asterism of the northern sky, said to resemble a wagon or cart.” Hence “around in the snow”.
Edwards pointed out other details including “Three Wise Monkeys” upper left (formed from the snow on the lowest branch of the closet Pine tree), and I saw him make the “X” on a building just to the left of the closest Pine tree ( spot the difference between the card and the original circular below ).
Three Wise Monkeys is “EE”, “EE”, “EE” ( he made monkey noises ), which is his initials, ( Edward Edwards ).
Although Edwards never told me his real name ( he was introduced by John as “Red, the Jack of Diamonds” ), I recognise him from photos and recordings of Edwards. In addition I remember many identifying features, such as his tattoo, things he knew, liked, his interests. This was before I read John Cameron’s book, or started researching Edwards in depth.
Elizabeth Short Confession
In 1971, Edwards told me that he murdered 22-year-old Elizabeth Short in Los Angeles in 1947. Edwards called Short “Betty” and described her as a “hermaphrodite”, saying she wouldn’t let him have full intercourse with her. Edwards explained to me that he murdered Short because she cheated on him, he lent her money, and she was unable to have children, so she could not “pay him back”. Edwards described the murder in graphic detail.
Stephanie Bryan Confession
In 1971, Edwards told me that he murdered 14-year-old Stephanie Bryan, last seen on April 28, 1955, walking home from school through the parking lot of the Claremont Hotel overlooking San Francisco Bay, for which murder Burton Abbott was executed.
Edwards told me Bryan was not killed for “parts of three days”. Edwards told me the fragments of green cloth sticking out from the ground were so he would remember exactly where the body was buried. Edwards told me the body was buried under a tumbleweed bush. Edwards told me Bryan had “saddle shoes”. Edwards told me he really didn’t want to do it but it was a “job”. Edwards told me Bryan had “empathy”.
Stephanie Bryan is definitely a difficult and painful part of all of this to have to remember. She was apparently a very precious person. I can’t help thinking about my daughters, granddaughters, my great granddaughter who will soon be that age, and even myself so many years ago. I think of her as a child, vulnerable, naive, and longing to blossom into adulthood. I have to mourn for her for the rest of my life.
Paul Lee Stine Confession
In 1971, Edwards described to me the murder of Zodiac killer victim Paul Lee Stine who was shot and killed on October 11, 1969, in the Presidio Heights neighborhood in San Francisco as an “execution”.
Edwards took me to the scene of the crime. She showed me his path after the murder. The building the line is through wasn’t there. Edwards walked to Jackson St., stepped down onto the rock fence, across Pacific, across to the woods, to the baseball diamond, took the lid off of the metal pipe at the baseball diamond and put the breakaway outfit and part of the shirt in the pipe, put the lid back on and went back to the rock fence, and hid in the Ivy on the back of the shed belonging to the house on Jackson St. He watched from there. Edwards also told me, “Washington chopped down the Cherry Tree”. I don’t know what that meant.
I remember Edwards saying the car rolled some before he could stop it. He killed Paul Stine closer to Washington and Maple.
Laci Peterson Confession
Edwards Wayne Edwards must have visited me sometime on or after April 14, 2003. Edwards described in detail to me how the remains of Laci Peterson were planted. Edwards drove, and two men brought a raft with Laci’s remains. I originally thought he meant a home-made raft, but it may have been a “Zodiac-style” motorized “raft”.
Edwards told me about parking the car and walking by the tree, going past the puddle, and taking the walk down to where he could direct how the body was positioned. The raft floated between the two rocks and the body was lifted to the flat rock.
Edwards told me that “Jean Paul” was one of two men who he directed to plant Laci’s remains, and that Jean Paul was paid for his help with “Ice Ice Baby”, i.e. Crystal Meth ( I was known as “Baby” ).
Edwards showed me a picture of the site where Laci’s remains were discovered. It was taken from the water, just rocks, no blurred-out-body or body. I was told to remember the big rock further out in the water first. Then the smaller rock closer up that was kind of roundish too. There was the flat rock where her body was positioned and her part of a leg was wedged between that rock and the other one. Her arm was placed on the rock that would have been where her top of her head would have been close to, if the head was still there! The “Theater seat” that was facing the ocean was where her other part of her leg was kind of pointing. The other “Theater Seat” was above where her head would have been and it was kind of facing the body but also facing the shore and leaning downward somewhat. The other part of her arm was pointing kind of in the direction of the shore. The “Theater Seats” were emphasised as the scene being a theatrical display although he did not use those words.
When shown a photo of the recovery scene taken at the time, I exclaimed: “Oh my god!!! There is the water puddle!!! I’m shaking!!!
It’s not called a car park over here though.
Omg, omg, omg!!! The puddle!!!!!
Was this picture taken back then? Surely it was. My heart is not palpitating it’s just so happy not stressed.
There’s the tree!!!
Oh boy! You did a good job George. Where did you find this?”
Edwards said about Laci “Turned her every which way but loose”. I believe this was a reference to a 1972 song by Eddie Rabbit, apparently a clue as to the alias Edwards was using.
In addition, in 1971, I was taken to Tracy Airport and shown a fancy private plane with leather seats. Edwards told me he could pilot a plane. He also talked about about “flying under the radar”.
I declare these statements to be true, as best I can remember.