Apply the Power of Knowledge
I was a happy child, but my childhood home was neither affluent nor peaceful. My parents divorced. My father remarried, and I lived first with my mom and then with my dad until I could move out, which I did several months before my eighteenth birthday. I’d always worked at a couple of jobs, so I knew that I could find a way to pay my rent. My first apartment was in a Vallejo neighborhood where people sometimes disappeared. Some of them turned up dead, including a guy who lived a block from me. Eventually, the police figured out that he was one of the victims of the infamous—and never captured—Zodiac Killer.
I slept with one eye open ...