When an British secret service operative turns up dead in a London restaurant shoot-out, the SIS suspects that he was caught in the crossfire of a robbery with overtones of underworld drug gangs, and that his death was coincidental. But it soon turns out that one of the corpses was a shadowy figu...
She was thirty-two years old, had shoulder-length raven black hair, a trim but well-rounded figure and was about five foot seven. She lay on her stomach in the middle of a king-size divan bed, her head turned over to the left and facing the outside wall. Her ankles, wrists and elbows were roped t...