Shall We Tell the President? (Kane and Abel series Book 3)

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The president wants to introduce a gun control bill in the US,and someone dislikes the idea enough to want to kill her.There are seven days in which to foil the plot. They had both stopped their match when the helicopters had circled overhead. When one of them had landed a Marines captain had jumped out and run toward her, saluted and said, "Madam President, the President is dead." Now the American people had confirmed that they were willing to continue living with a woman in the White House. For the first time in its history, the United States had elected a woman to the most coveted position in its political life in her own right. She glanced out of the bedroom window at the broad placid expanse of the Potomac River, glinting in the early-morning sunlight. I wish it would rain,’ confided H. Stuart Knight, the head of the Secret Service, to his aide; it was also one of the most important days of his life. ‘I know the vast majority of people are harmless, but these occasions give me the jitters.’ Good. Why don't you run my day as usual? Don't worry about me, I'll just follow your instructions. What do you want me to do first?"

I'll be working on my papers until eleven," she told him. He nodded and left to prepare himself for the day ahead. She still felt this was the only nation on earth that could entrust its highest office to the daughter of an immigrant. PDF / EPUB File Name: Shall_We_Tell_the_President__-_Jeffrey_Archer.pdf, Shall_We_Tell_the_President__-_Jeffrey_Archer.epub

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The President had neither the opportunity nor the inclination to eat her lunch; everyone wanted to talk to her at once. The menu had been specially made up of her favorite dishes, starting with lobster bisque and going on to roast beef. Finally, the chef's pièce de résistance was produced, an iced chocolate cake, in the form of the White House. Edward watched his wife ignore the neat wedge of the Oval Office placed in front of her. "That's why she never needs to slim," commented Marian Edelman, who was the surprise appointment as Attorney General. Marian had been telling Edward about the importance of children's rights. Edward tried to listen; perhaps another day. Good. Why don’t you run my day as usual? Don’t worry about me, I’ll just follow your instructions. What do you want me to do first?’ Book three, Shall We Tell the President, a short audiobook, is less than eight hours in length. also Macmillon Audio, also narrated by Lorelei King. The story begins with Florentyna (Abel’s daughter, Kane’s daughter-in-law) winning the position of POTUS, a roll she has fulfilled since the untimely death of her predecessor. An assassination is rumored and the story is off an running. Much better than The Prodigal Daughter. An interesting aside: When this book was written in 1982, President Kane is confronted with gun control – and is concerned about ‘a house divided’ on this volatile issue. Sound familiar? Although the story is fiction, a British author pointed out in 1982 what we Americans argue today, close to 40 years later. *sigh*

The First Gentleman looked on, smiling occasionally to himself as he recognised some of the words and phrases he had contributed to his wife’s speech.The story centres around FBI agent,Mark Andrews. The FBI finds an injured man who claims to have heard about an assassination plot.But very soon,the man is dead and so are two FBI agents. They approached the Capitol and Edward interrupted the President’s reverie. ‘May God be with you, darling.’ She smiled and gripped his hand. The six cars came to a stop.

Edward liked that part of the speech. It expressed so well his own feelings. He had wondered, though, whether the audience would respond with the same enthusiasm as they had greeted Florentyna’s flights of rhetoric in the past. The thunderous applause assaulting his ears in wave after wave reassured him. The magic was still working. They approached the Capitol and Edward interrupted the President's reverie. "May God be with you, darling." She smiled and gripped his hand. The six cars came to a stop.

Shall We Tell the President?

Always start with the biggest problem is what Lincoln advised, so let's go over the draft legislation for the Gun Control bill."

Always start with the biggest problem is what Lincoln advised, so let’s go over the draft legislation for the Gun Control bill.’ Edward chatted amiably but Florentyna’s thoughts were elsewhere. She waved mechanically at the crowds lining Pennsylvania Avenue, but her mind was once again going over her speech. The renovated Willard Hotel, seven office buildings under construction, the tiered housing units that resembled an Indian cliff-dwelling, the new shops and restaurants and the wide landscaped sidewalks passed by. The J. Edgar Hoover Building, which housed the FBI, was still named after its first Director, despite several efforts by certain senators to have the name changed. How this street had been transformed in fifteen years. In 1949, President Harry S. Truman announced that the United States stood ready with all its might and resources to defend the forces of freedom wherever they might be endangered. Today, some would say that this act of magnanimity has resulted in failure, that America was, and is, too weak to assume the full burden of world leadership. In the face of repeated international crises, any American citizen might well ask why he should care about events so far from home, and why he should feel any responsibility for the defence of freedom outside the United States. I love Jeffrey Archer’s books and have read several of them. This was written decades ago and can still compete with the more sophisticated books of the present. Trotz des geringen Umfangs wird Marks Charakter sehr präzise gezeichnet und auch über sein Privatleben, was bei FBI-Agenten eh nicht sonderlich üppig ist, erfahren wir eine Menge.Edward liked that part of the speech. It expressed so well his own feelings. He had wondered, though, whether the audience would respond with the same enthusiasm as they had greeted Florentyna's flights of rhetoric in the past. The thunderous applause assaulting his ears in wave after wave reassured him. The magic was still working.