April in Morocco is already slightly warm.
But the small town of Asilah, being near the coast, is cooled by the sea breeze, making the climate very pleasant here.
Amanda's lace nightgown floated down from the second-floor balcony, conveniently covering the lens of the MI6 surveillance team on stakeout. The technician in the surveillance van stared at the two tangled orange figures on the thermal imaging device, while the captain's suppressed laughter came through the earpiece: "Our former colleague seems quite vigorous."
The Mediterranean wind swept over the blue and white houses, intermingled with the saltiness, as Amanda Leclair's lace curtains gently swayed in the twilight.
Inside the second-floor bedroom, Henry Wilson, a former top analyst in British intelligence and now head of the "Musician" Defense Intelligence Department, was using his teeth to open a bottle of 2012 Bordeaux red wine.
