Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

It was a warm day and why he’d worn his black turtleneck was beyond him. He could have worn a black T-shirt and been more comfortable on this the first day of summer.

And now here he was stuck sitting on the curb waiting while his partner was dallying with a woman, not just any woman. It was Angelique.

The thought of her made his blood pressure rise, not to mention his body temperature.