When I was about 10, the Zodiac killer shot cabbie Paul Stine outside the house of my mother’s best friend.
I remember my mother saying that her friend’s son might have to testifiy at a trial because he saw something that night.
I wonder if the movie will resurrect any of the long-simmering angst those of us who grew up in the Bay Area in the 1960s and 1970s surely have beneath the surface. It's not the anxiety of wondering whether the Zodiac will kill again -- he hasn't communicated with the police or Chronicle since 1978 -- but the feeling that order can quickly dissolve into chaos. It doesn't take much.