"What do you mean?"
He looked at Fisher. "Are you asking as a friend or as a cop?"
"What difference does it make?" asked Fisher.
"Well, I don't think you could have tracked me with your radar past the ringwall, so maybe I just went for a ride and a little stroll, huh? You didn't see me bring back a shovel, did you?"
"No," said Fisher, "I didn't see you bring it back. But some people are going to get excited about this, Pete. Where did you bury her?"
"Blood-suckers!" said Dudley. "Let them get excited! Luna is full of mysteries."
"All right," said Fisher. "For my own curiosity, then, I'm asking as a friend."
"I found a good place," said Dudley. "I kind of forget where, in the middle of all those cliffs and rills, but it had a nice view of the stars. They'll never find her to take her back! I think I owed her that much."
"Ummm," grunted Fisher.
As Dudley entered the shower, the other began to unwrap a new cigar, a not-displeased expression settling over his square, pudgy face.