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In any case, the media is engaged in extraordinary malpractice if it continues to refuse to consider the possibility that Foster was murdered at least as seriously as it considered the details of the O J Simpson trial or, most recently, has speculated fully and freely on what happened to JonBenet Ramsey.

A good place to start would be with a story written by Ambrose Evans-Pritchard of the London Sunday Telegraph last October 6. In it Evans-Pritchard tells of a phone call Foster made to Jerry Parks in Little Rock the night before Foster’s body was found in a Virginia park. Parks had been chief of security at the Clinton-Gore presidential campaign headquarters in Little Rock. Parks’ wife told AEP that Foster had called from a pay phone. “It was an angry exchange. Jerry told him, ‘You can’t give Hillary those files, they’ve got my name all over them.’”

Mrs. Parks is a Pentacostal Christian suffering from multiple schlerosis. Two official investigators have told AEP that they think her story is credible. Since speaking to reporters and investigators she has received at least three death threats.

When Parks learned of Foster’s death, he told his wife, “I’m a dead man.” Two months later he was — gunned down in a gang type slaying in Little Rock. After his murder, his house was searched by the FBI, Secret Service, the IRS and, Mrs. Parks believes, the CIA. Parks’ computer was purged and some 130 telephone tapes were taken. Parks had been conducting surveillance on the man he was meant to be guarding .

In interview last month, AEP said, “Foster was using him as a kind of operative to collect sensitive information on things and do sensitive jobs. Some of this appears to have been done on behalf of Hillary Clinton. . . Foster told him that Hillary wanted it done. Now, my understanding . . . is that she wanted to know how vulnerable he would be in a presidential race on the question of — how shall I put it? — his appetites.”

Mrs. Parks’ also told AEP that she had opened the trunk of her husband’s Lincoln one day and found what must have been hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash. “It was so full I had to sit on the trunk to get it shut again.” She asked her husband whether he was dealing drugs, and he allegedly explained that Foster had paid him $1,000 for each trip he took to Mena and that he didn’t “know what they were doing, and he didn’t care to know. He told me to forget what I’d seen.”

Was the money from drugs or was it cash coming in, perhaps from foreign shores, for campaign walking-around money and to hush up people who might want to blackmail a presidential candidate? Did the campaign finance scandals start much earlier than anyone imagines? What was the connection to the drug running and CIA operations that were going on at the Mena airport? Why did the Lippo Group, a huge Indonesian operation, invest in a bank in the tiny town of Mena during the period?

Such are the questions that follow the ghost of Vince Foster. Even if the media doesn’t want to know the answers, the public deserves them.