"You don't," Liddell said. "You don't know at all."
"O.K. pal. Have it your way. I guess I made a mistake at Luna out. I guess I should have killed them. Do you think it matters to me? Do you think it could possibly matter how many I kill now?"
Liddell said nothing. Short licked his lips and studied Liddell's blaster, which he had retrieved while still holding Linda as a shield.
"Are you going to kill us?" Linda said.
"Lady, I'm not even thinking about it."
"You're not—"
"Yet. The important thing is—where am I going? Is there some way I can go off from here without you knowing where? Or without these machines of yours recording it?"
"The machines record nothing," Liddell said. "It's all up to us."
"Then all I have to do is kill you, and there'll be no way for them to trace me? Is that what you're saying, you sap?"
"That's what I'm saying," Liddell admitted. Linda gave him a startled look but said nothing.