A little frayed leather bound notebook aroused greater interest. A thick rubber band held it shut, which Matt carefully removed. After leafing through its pages his jaw dropped. "Holy smoke! Do you know what this is? This has all of Jeff's notes on our pursuit - frequency ranges, weather analysis, even some of his own observations, some of which don't seem to be too complimentary toward us, by the way."
"A lot of good that's going to do us now, with all the equipment smashed," Farley observed sourly. "No matter how you cut it, it looks like the journey stops here."
Melanie placed her hand on his forearm. "You might be right, Andrew, but please don't say it again. I'm not quite ready to deal with it, yet."
Farley nodded and met her eyes. "You're right, Melanie. I should have been more se
