When Chilean expatriate Eduardo Palermo is blown up in his car in Washington, D.C., a CIA man looks into his past--and author Adler has the hook on which to hang a tired item that's far more soap and sex than thrills and twists. ""Beautiful"" Eddie, you see, had been using various infatuated women as accomplices in his anti-junta, pro-Allende spying and terroristing. For instance, there's French diplomat's wife Marie (""You have made me a woman""), who plants electronic devices in the Chilean embassy. And 49-year-old millionaire widow Anne (""You have made me a woman, Eduardo""), who funds him. And disillusioned activist Frederika (""I'll never let you go. Never""), who does his courier work. All three ladies, despite differences in age, nationality and all, are characters hacked from the same dunderhead/romantic mold. And, what with nonstop pressing of breasts against erections and orgasms that draw their essences from the pits of being, it's a wonder that Eddie and the girls can get any other sort of undercover work done at all. It's also a wonder that Adler, who's capable of solid (Avalanche Express) or honest (The Sunset Gang) work, is turning his basically sound narrative equipment so blatantly pulpward.