Steve spun in his seat at the bar of a martini lounge in the Golden Dunes Casino decorated to look like a Moroccan Casbah. The decor resembled the North African state about as closely as Disneyland did

Agent Le Bon stood glumly in his boss's office. Behind her, a picture window showed a gloomy London backdrop. He wished if it was going to rain so steadily the least it could do was drown out her voice.

Jimmy stretched as he lifted out of his velveteen easy chair and ambled to the mini fridge for a second beer. On top of the fridge was his answering machine. The tiny red light pulsed, indicating one new