One-Way Ticket to Nowhere

This is a novel book. Like a ghost in the night a whole Mono train vanished. And it was up to Jeff Blake to find out where it had gone… 'Jeff Blake!' Holly O'Toole's knotted hand reached out and grasped the right hand of the passenger descending from the rocket transport. 'This is a hell of a night to come home, when a man's been away as long as you have'. Jeff Blake laughed, and swung down to his side to stand on the wind- and rain-swept dock. He towered above O'Toole, lanky and smooth skinned. His face was tanned a deep brown from space travel and little wrinkles curled out from the corners of his mouth. Wrinkles that indicated a willing smile. There was a cheerful warmth of sincerity in his voice. 'Weather doesn't seem to bother me much any more. I've been in and out of a lot of it. This rain isn't much compared to those space turn-overs we've had around moon the last few weeks'. They walked together toward the lighted office. Once inside, Holly O'Toole tossed his coat across the warm elector-rad heater and turned admiring eyes on Jeff Blake's tall frame.