Dolan had slowed from forty miles an hour to a cautious fifteen. The two peered over at a two-lane gravel road that cut back at an angle and f disappeared from view. It must not have looked familiar because I Stacey said, "Nuh-uhn. Try around the next bend. We could have I passed it already." He turned and stared out the rear window.

In the end, Dolan made a V-turn and we circled back, making a second slow pass until they settled on the place. Dolan pulled onto a secondary lane, gravel over cracked asphalt, that followed the contours of a low-lying hill. Directly ahead of us, I could see where the road split to form a Y. A locked gate barred access to the property with its No Trespassing signs. On the near side of the gate and to the right, a Jeep was parked.

Where's Grayson Quarry?" I asked, referring to the crime scene as designated on the official police reports.

"Around the bend to the right about a quarter of a mile," Dolan said. As he edged over on the berm and set the handbrake, an elderly gentleman in jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather hat emerged from the Jeep. He was small and wide, with a full-sized Santa belly pushing at the buttons of his western-style shirt. He approached our car, walking with a decided limp. Dolan cut1he engine and got out on his side.

Stacey murmured, "That's Arne Johanson, the ranch foreman. I called and he agreed to meet us to unlock the gate."

By the time Stacey eased out of the backseat, I'd emerged from the passenger side and shoved the car door with one hip. Now that Dolan was in the open air, he lit a cigarette.

Stacey moved toward the old man and shook his hand. I noticed he was making an effort to appear energetic. "Mr. Johanson. This is nice of you. I'm Stacey Oliphant with the County Sheriffs Department. You probably don't remember, but we met in August of '69 back when the body was found. This is Lieutenant Con Dolan from Santa Teresa PD. He's the fellow who was with me. Two of us were up here to hunt when we came across the girl."

"I thought you looked familiar. Good seeing you."

"Thanks. We appreciate your help."

The old man's gaze drifted in my direction. He seemed puzzled at the sight of me. "Like to see some ill if it's all the same to you." This was directed at the guys though his eyes remained on me.