Starting off with some seeming nonsense about a far-out wedding performed by the youthful swami of a commune called the ""boo-hoo,"" this becomes graver by far when the groom disappears, there are three further victims, a traffic in drugs, draft dodgers and methadone, and some until-now unrevealed bloodlines. The closet holds more bones than a city morgue, but Mr. Bunn who is just beginning will no doubt learn about too much, too soon. He's enterprising for sure.