‘‘What we got here?’’ asked Lamar.

‘‘We’re not sure,’’ said Hester, ‘‘but it looks like maybe the doper shot at Bill, Bill shot and killed the doper, and then the doper’s friends shot and killed Bill.’’

‘‘Hell, that oughta clear up who was involved, then,’’ said Lamar.

It flashed through my mind that there’s no such thing as an open-and-shut case. Little did I know.

‘‘Well, not really,’’ said Hester. ‘‘Something about this just isn’t adding up.’’

‘‘Okay.’’

‘‘Johansen has told us a lot,’’ she said, ‘‘but we need to know a lot more.’’

‘‘Where is he?’’ asked Lamar.

‘‘He and two DNE people are up toward the end of this valley.’’ Hester stood, and winced. ‘‘Almost as old as you, Houseman.’’ She grinned. ‘‘And you were the first one at the scene?’’

‘‘Naturally.’’

‘‘Good. Let’s get you together with the DNE troops, then.’’ She took off her gloves, and shook her hands to get the sweat off.

DNE. Also good. They could tell me a lot about who was growing what up here. And, just about on cue, there was a crunching noise up to the north, and two people I didn’t know came into view, with Johansen between them. He saw Lamar and me, and started over. The two DNE folks, whom I didn’t recognize, hung back for a second, and then decided that, whoever I was, they’d better be around when Ken talked to me, and overtook him in a couple of strides.

‘‘You okay, Ken?’’

‘‘Jesus, Carl. It was like a fuckin’ war.’’

‘‘Agent Bob Dahl, DNE,’’ said Agent Bob Dahl, interrupting.