Busby's latest is set on an almost contemporary West Coast; his laid-back hero, Mitch, wisecracks his way through an adventure and comedy of errors having to do with matter transmission. Both Mitch, a short man, and his significant other, Dauna, a tall woman, are free-lance writers. They get wind of an unlikely new invention from a Howard Hughes-like entrepreneur, George Detweiler. Detweiler has had some solid successes but is also a con artist, so it's not clear at first if his matter transmitter is for real. There follows a romp through the hype-filled world of cutting-edge computer technology and corporate sleuthing. Intrepid Mitch at last unearths a scientific paper entitled "Infinitesimal Transit Times as a Function of Synchronization in Near-instantaneous Transfer of Nontrivial Mass over Significant Distance: A Hypothesis." Detweiler eventually tests the hypothesis, in a wild experiment just a little reminiscent of the experiments in Wells' "The Time Machine". It works, more or less. And it will be wonderful for the languishing space effort. Presto! Send tanks of oxygen, and barrels of water, to the moon. What Busby offers is as much a tongue-in-cheek mystery as the hard sf it might seem to be, but it's fun.