Eye of the Archangel : a Mallory and Morse novel of espionage

"It's the summer of 1963, and the Consultancy's top operatives, Jack Mallory and Laura Morse, are trailing a shadowy superweapon through the streets of Monte Carlo and the snows of the Swiss Alps. JFK is in the Oval Office. 'Love Me Do' is climbing the charts. And in West Berlin, a wealthy ex-black marketeer, the Dane, is offering a stolen spy satellite for sale. Nothing unusual there, except the asking price: half a billion dollars. Too much for any satellite -- unless it's Hitler's legendary, long-lost Project Archangel. Archangel, it's rumored, is a device capable of shifting the balance of the Cold War. To find it, Mallory and Morse fly to the Monaco Grand Prix and infiltrate the Dane's entourage: a pair of lovely and vicious blonde twins, a ravishing Polish giantess with a taste for movie magazines, and an American ex-mercenary with quiet eyes and hands like stone. The Dane is both a perfect host and a savage killer, and has already done one of the Consultancy's agents to death. But their greatest peril may come from the long-buried passions of the icily beautiful Laura Morse..." -- From dust jacket In this sprightly early '60s spy thriller, repressed sexual tension between Jack Mallory, who works for the Consultancy--a freelance firm that acquires and sells world-class secrets--and Laura Morse, who's on loan from the CIA, threatens their partnership. (Laura thinks Jack thinks she's a lesbian, but is certain he'll never know one way or the other unless she tells him.) Add to this a young recruit who's uptight about being part "Negro." Dragons love tacos. They love chicken tacos, beef tacos, great big tacos, and teeny tiny tacos. So if you want to lure a bunch of dragons to your party, you should definitely serve tacos. Buckets and buckets of tacos. Unfortunately, where there are tacos, there is also salsa. And if a dragon accidentally eats spicy salsa ... oh, boy. You're in red-hot trouble