"Yeah," said Starbuck, stretching his long legs. "Always had a yen for the law. But it doesn't pay like transistors, eh?"
Garvey smiled modestly. "But what's all this about the Sexual Morality Act? A gag?"
"Not at all. Didn't you hear the news this morning? The FBI found an underground sex factory. They hadn't been in business long, so it was possible to recover all the surrogates. All except one."
"Oh?" said Garvey, draining his drink.
"Yeah. That's when they called us in. We're covering all spaceports, on the chance the receiver will try to take the damned thing off Earth."
Garvey poured another drink and said, very casually, "So you figured I was the boy, eh?"
Starbuck stared at him a moment, then exploded into laughter. "You, Ralph? Hell, no! Saw your name on the spaceport out-list. I just dropped in for a drink, boy, for old time's sake. Listen, Ralph, I remember you. Hell-on-the-girls-Garvey. Biggest menace to virginity in the history of Michigan State. What would a guy like you want a substitute for?"
"My girls wouldn't stand for it," Garvey said, and Starbuck laughed again, and stood up.
"Look, I gotta run. Call me when you get back?"
"I sure will!" A little light-headed, he said, "Sure you don't want to inspect anyhow, as long as you're here?"