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Shadow is the Secret Service code name for First Daughter Nora Hartson. And when Michael Garrick, a young White House lawyer, begins dating the irresistible Nora, he's instantly spellbound, just like everyone else in her world.It's a world all of us have heard about but few of us really know. A world where power is an aphrodisiac, your father is the president, your close friends wear earpieces and carry guns, and everyone watches your every move.Like most, Michael thinks he can handle the pressure. Until, while ...
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Shadow is the Secret Service code name for First Daughter Nora Hartson. And when Michael Garrick, a young White House lawyer, begins dating the irresistible Nora, he's instantly spellbound, just like everyone else in her world.It's a world all of us have heard about but few of us really know. A world where power is an aphrodisiac, your father is the president, your close friends wear earpieces and carry guns, and everyone watches your every move.Like most, Michael thinks he can handle the pressure. Until, while together late one night, he and Nora witness something they were never meant to see--and become ensnared in a secret agenda, a scheme by a White House insider that includes betrayal and murder.Suddenly, this young Washington power broker, who just yesterday was out on a dream date, finds himself trusting no one, not even Nora, in a battle to prove his innocence. It's a battle that will shake the walls of the Oval Office to their foundations--and may ultimately cost Michael Garrick his life.In a fresh and knowing voice, Meltzer takes us down the rabbit hole of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and paints a riveting picture of a danger only one man will know--what it's like to fall in love with the world's most powerful daughter.
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The future looks bright for Michael Garrick, a young lawyer working in the White House Counsel's office. Only six years out of law school, he's a rising star in the Hartson administration, doing challenging, useful work. Besides that, he's just begun a relationship with the vivacious Nora Hartson, the President's daughter (a jealous colleague has branded him "The First Counsel").

On their first date, Nora eludes her Secret Service escort and brings Mike to what they subsequently realize is a gay bar. Later in the evening they spy Mike's boss, White House Counsel Edgar Simon, at the bar. Intrigued (Simon is supposedly happily married), they follow him to a deserted stretch of woods, where he leaves an envelope containing $40,000. Already confused, Mike becomes even more flustered when he discovers that Nora has impulsively taken $10,000 from the envelope, which, to his dismay, is discovered in his glove compartment by a DC cop, who later pulls them over, suspecting them of being drug dealers. This being an election year, Mike gallantly tells the cop that the money is his, thereby helping Nora avoid scandal.

Mike spends the next few hours screwing up his courage to tell ethics officer Caroline Penzler about Simon's actions. When he finally does, she informs him that Simon had accused Mike of the same thing. Penzler is murdered only a few minutes after Mike departs, and circumstantial evidence mounts against him. Finding himself hip deep in a vast conspiracy that threatens to cost the President his reelection, Mike struggles to prove his innocence, even as he protects Nora from exposure.

If I had to sum this book up in one sentence, I'd describe it as a blend of elements from Kevin Costner's film No Way Out (itself an update of the classic Ray Milland movie The Big Clock, adapted from the Kenneth Fearing novel) and TV's megahit, The West Wing: a classic race against time flavored with an insider's view of the White House. Although it's true that the "lawyer in trouble" subgenre is getting crowded, The First Counsel is well worth your time -- its impeccable pacing and Meltzer's uncanny talent for cliffhangers make for compelling reading. How compelling? Well, I started reading this at 10pm on a Tuesday and finished it early the next morning. Draw your own conclusions.

--Hank Wagner

Hank Wagner is a book reviewer for Cemetery Dance magazine and The Overlook Connection.

People
Fast-paced and suspenseful…ups the ante for legal thrillers with its intricate plot and clever, complex characters…the perfect setting for perilous crimes…
Entertainment Weekly
A potent cocktail of pulp fiction and inside-the-Beltway politics...hard-boiled...pedal-to-the-medal pacing...
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A date with the president's daughter draws an ambitious young lawyer into a bewildering web of scandal, extortion and murder in this formulaic but lightning-paced suspense thriller set behind the scenes at the White House. Michael Garrick works for Edgar Simon, counsel to the president, and knows the inside workings of Washington and the precarious image-management duties of the First Family. But he finds himself quickly out of his depth on a date with the volatile First Daughter, Nora Hartson, when the two see Michael's boss in a gay bar. Nora insists on following the married lawyer, and the two witness Simon making a suspicious cash drop. Subsequent events link Michael to the cash and the murder of Caroline Penzler, friend of the First Lady and the lawyer who has the dirt on all the big shots. With his career, a presidential election and perhaps his life at stake, Michael cannot trust anyone, least of all Nora, who is dogged by rumors of drug use, promiscuity and general wildness. She is the only witness to his innocence, but he is intent on protecting her, and the president, from suspicion. Meltzer (The Tenth Justice; Dead Even) sprinkles his tale with many interesting details of working in and around the White House. He relies on some heavy-handed techniques to generate suspense--Michael is always sensing someone watching him or peering through slowly opening doors--and the plot has a familiar Hollywood ring to it. But Meltzer's relentless narrative finally digs its hooks in, and even skeptical readers will want to continue through the twists and turns, if only to confirm their own predictions. Agent, Jill Kneerim. (Jan. 9) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
The internal workings of the White House, the powers behind the Oval Office, and a glimpse into the private lives of the First Family are featured in both versions of Meltzer's obvious application of his knowledge of what goes on behind the closed doors of this presidential mansion. Deputy counsel Michael Garrick is a 29-year-old lawyer who enjoys the trappings of power that come from working there but is enough of an outsider not to be corrupted by the byzantine maneuverings between the president and his aides. Michael is attracted to the First Daughter, Nora, who entices him with her reckless disregard of Secret Service protection and the need to maintain a modicum of decorum in her public affairs. A first date soon turns into a desperate game of cat-and-mouse as Michael finds himself being drawn into a web of deceit, deception, danger, and death. The unabridged version, read by Scott Brick, gives more of an insight into the various characters. The First Lady, Michael's boss, Nora's brother, and many others who only make brief appearances in the abridged tapes narrated by D.B. Sweeney are fleshed out and given more substance in the full version. However, the abridged set cuts through some of the unnecessary verbiage and focuses solely on the web of intrigue that envelops Michael at every step. The nifty surprise ending in both versions comes as more of a shock in the abridged program because we have not come to know all of the main characters as fully as we have in the unabridged story. Whatever version your library buys, The First Counsel is a top-notch political thriller that takes readers into the very heart and soul of the White House. Recommended for all public libraries. Joseph L. Carlson, Lompoc P.L., CA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Jennifer Wulff
Fast-paced and suspenseful throughout, Meltzer's First Counsel ups the ante for legal thrillers with its intricate plot and clever, complex characters.
People Magazine
Kirkus Reviews
Meltzer's third high-octane thriller (Dead Even, 1998, etc.) sinks a junior White House staffer in the world of woes that result when he accepts a date with the president's daughter. Accepts a date, because Nora Hartson is even more hard-charging than her father: she's a determined, demented go-getter who knows and takes whatever she wants. What she wants now out of Michael Garrick is ditching her Secret Service escorts and going on a joyride to what turns out to be a gay bar in Adams Morgan, where she and Michael spot his boss, straight-arrow White House counsel Edgar Simon, and tail him to an isolated place where he drops off a packet containing $40,000—$10,000 of which Nora impulsively retrieves just ahead of the addressee. Things rapidly go from bad to worse: the cops catch Michael driving around with the undocumented cash; when he tells his story to White House ethics chief Caroline Penzler, she replies that Simon's just told the same story about him; then Penzler's murdered, with every indication that Michael admitted her killer to the impregnable Old Executive Office Building. On cue, the press closes in, the FBI closes in, the suspected killer closes in—and Michael's left to battle them all, fighting for his job, the president's reputation, and his life, wondering all the while how much he can trust the friends he's counting on to feed him information and lie on his behalf. He's also increasingly certain that the First Daughter who got him into this mess is a piece of work beyond his wildest imaginings. Meltzer doesn't weigh his supernova plot down with niceties like political policy (the president could be Bush, Gore, or Grover Cleveland), authenticspycraft(the cloak-and-dagger stuff sounds lame even to Michael), or psychology (apart from Michael, every single character remains shadowy except the one code-named Shadow). Nothing gets in the way of the adrenaline jolt Meltzer delivers like a master. TV satellite tour Murdoch, Iris SOMETHING SPECIAL Norton (55 pp.) Nov. 13, 2000
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY
"Brad Meltzer is so good."
MIAMI HERALD
"Meet the new John Grisham."
PEOPLE
"Brad Meltzer has earned the right to belly up to the bar with John Grisham, Scott Turow, and David Baldacci."
Miami Herald
Meet the new John Grisham.
Entertainment Weekly
Brad Meltzer is so good.
People Magazine
Brad Meltzer has earned the right to belly up to the bar with John Grisham, Scott Turow, and David Baldacci.
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"Meet the new John Grisham."—MIAMI HERALD

"Brad Meltzer is so good."—ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY

"Brad Meltzer has earned the right to belly up to the bar with John Grisham, Scott Turow, and David Baldacci."—PEOPLE

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  • ISBN-13: 9780446527286
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 1/9/2001
  • Pages: 479
  • Age range: 13 years
  • Product dimensions: 6.33 (w) x 9.32 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Brad Meltzer
Brad Meltzer is the author of the New York Times bestseller The Tenth Justice. Raised in Brooklyn and Miami, he graduated with honors from the University of Michigan and earned a degree from Columbia Law School in 1996. He has written speeches for President Clinton's national service program, devised marketing strategies for Games magazine, and now lives in Washington, D.C., with his wife, Cori, also an attorney. They never fight.

Biography

Brad Meltzer didn't hope all his life to become a novelist. He came to it by chance, after a job at Games magazine didn't pan out. "I had no idea what to do," he says. "So I did what all of us would do in that situation. I said, 'I'm gonna write a novel.'" After one false start, a book called Fraternity that 24 publishers rejected, Meltzer hit his stride. In 1997, The Tenth Justice (which earned him extra credit as a student at Columbia Law School) was picked up by Morrow and hit The New York Times bestseller list. A year later, he repeated the performance with Dead Even. He's been writing bestselling legal thrillers ever since.

Critics like Meltzer's fast pace and nifty plots (Kirkus called The Tenth Justice "a mean, paranoid fantasy that'll have you turning pages in a frenzy," and USA Today said it "reads fast, rings true, and refreshingly breaks the mold of legal thrillers"), but it's the details that distinguish his novels from most legal fiction. The key, he says, is "Research, research, research," a task that can consume two to six months of his year-long writing schedule.

In addition to his thrillers, Meltzer is a bestselling author of critically acclaimed comic book series like Identity Crisis, Green Arrow, and Justice League. He has also written short stories, television scripts and nonfiction articles, including reviews of The Sopranos, the multiple Emmy Award-winning TV show.

Good To Know

Meltzer played himself as an extra in Woody Allen's Celebrity.

He lives in Florida with his wife, a high-school sweetheart to whom he devotes a lengthy essay on his web site.

With his friend Steve Cohen, Meltzer conceived Jack and Bobby, a critically acclaimed television program about two young brothers (not the Kennedys), one of whom grows up to be President of the United States. Cohen and Meltzer wrote all 22 episodes of the show, which was cancelled after one season. Widely considered a premier example of intelligent, high-quality TV, the series has since become a cult favorite.

Meltzer spoke with former presidents Bill Clinton and George H.W. Bush in order to accrue authentic details for his 2006 novel The Book of Fate, a thriller set in the world of White House politics.

A major plot element in The Book of Lies (2008) is the unsolved murder in 1932 of Mitchell Siegel, whose son Jerry created the iconic comic book hero Superman. Meltzer, himself a rabid comics fan, interviewed the Siegel family to research the murder.

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    1. Hometown:
      Florida
    1. Date of Birth:
      1970
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., University of Michigan; J.D., Columbia University
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Chapter 1

I'm afraid of heights, snakes, normalcy, mediocrity, Hollywood, the initial silence of an empty house, the enduring darkness of a poorly lit street, evil clowns, professional failure, the intellectual impact of Barbie dolls, letting my father down, being paralyzed, hospitals, doctors, the cancer that killed my mother, dying unexpectedly, dying for a stupid reason, dying painfully, and, worst of all, dying alone. But I'm not afraid of power-which is why I work in the White House.

As I sit in the passenger seat of my beat-up, rusty blue Jeep, I can't help but stare at my date, the beautiful young woman who's driving my car. Her long, thin fingers hold the steering wheel in a commanding grip that lets both of us know who's in charge. I could care less, though-as the car flies up Connecticut Avenue, I'm far more content studying the way her short black hair licks the back of her neck. For security reasons, we keep the windows closed, but that doesn't stop her from opening the sunroof. Letting the warm, early-September air sweep through her hair, she leans back and enjoys the freedom. She then adds her final personal touch to the car: She turns on the radio, flips through my preset stations, and shakes her head.

"This is what you like?" Nora asks. "Talk radio?"

"It's for work." Pointing to the dashboard and hoping to be cool, I add, "The last one has music."

She calls my bluff and hits the last button. More talk radio. "You always this predictable?" she asks.

"Only when I-" Before I can finish, the shriek of an electric guitar pierces my eardrum. She's found her station.

Tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel and bobbing her head to the beat, Nora looks completely alive.

"This is what you like?" I shout back over the noise. "Thrash radio?"

"Only way to stay young," she says with a grin. She's kicking my shins and she loves it. At twenty-two years of age, Nora Hartson is smart. And way too confident. She knows I'm self-conscious about the difference in our ages-she knew it the first moment I told her I was twenty-nine. She didn't care, though.

"Think that's going to scare me off?" she had asked.

"If it does, that's your mistake."

That's when I had her. She needed the challenge. Especially a sexual one. For too long, things had been easy for her. And as Nora is so keenly aware, there's no fun in always getting what you want. The thing is, that's likely to be her lot in life. For better or worse, that's her power. Nora is attractive, engaging, and extremely captivating. She's also the daughter of the President of the United States.

As I said, I'm not afraid of power.

The car heads toward Dupont Circle, and I glance at my watch, wondering when our first date is going to end. It's quarter past eleven, but Nora seems to just be getting started. As we pull up to a place called Tequila Mockingbird, I roll my eyes. "Another bar?" "You gotta have at least a little foreplay," she teases. I look over like I hear it all the time. It doesn't fool her for a second. God, I love America. "Besides," she adds, "this is a good one-no one knows this place."

"So we'll actually have some privacy?" Instinctively, I check the rearview mirror. The black Chevy Suburban that followed us out of the White House gate and to every subsequent stop we made is still right behind us. The Secret Service never lets go.

"Don't worry about them," she says. "They don't know what's coming."

Before I can ask her to explain, I see a man in khakis standing at the side entrance of Tequila Mockingbird. He points to a reserved parking spot and waves us toward him. Even before he pushes the button in his hand and whispers into the collar of his struggling-to-be-casual polo shirt, I know who he is. Secret Service. Which means we don't have to wait in the long line out front-he'll take us in the side. Not a bad way to barhop, if you ask me. Of course, Nora sees it differently.

"Ready to rain on his parade?" she asks.

I nod, unsure of what she's up to, but barely able to contain my smile. The First Daughter, and I mean the First Daughter, is sitting next to me, in my crappy car, asking me to follow her under the limbo stick. I can already taste the salsa.

Just as we make eye contact with the agent outside the Mockingbird, Nora rolls past the bar, and instead heads to a dance club halfway up the block. I turn around and check out the agent's expression. He's not amused. I can read his lips from here. "Shadow moving," he growls into his collar.

"Wait a minute-didn't you tell them we were going to the Mockingbird?"

"Let me ask you a question: When you go out, do you think it's fun to have the Secret Service check out the place before you get there?"

I pause to think about it. "Actually, it seems pretty cool to me."

She laughs. "Well, I hate it. The moment they walk in, the really interesting people hit the exits." Pointing to the Suburban that's still behind us, she adds, "The ones who follow me, I can deal with. It's the advance guys that wreck the party. Besides, this keeps everyone on their toes."

As we pull up to the valet, I try to think of something witty to say. That's when I see him. Standing at the front entrance of our newest destination is another man whispering into the collar of his shirt. Like the agent who was standing outside the Mockingbird, he's dressed in Secret Service casual standards: khakis and a short-sleeve polo. To call as little attention to Nora as possible, the agents try their best to be invisible-their attire is keyed to their protectee's. Of course, they think they blend in, but last I checked, most people in khakis don't carry guns and talk into the collars of their shirts. Either way, though, I'm impressed. They know her better than I thought.

"So, we going in or what?" I ask, motioning toward the valet, who's waiting for Nora to open her door.

Nora doesn't answer. Her piercing green eyes, which were persuasive enough to convince me to let her drive, are now staring vacantly out the window.

I tap her playfully on the shoulder. "So they knew you were coming. Big deal-that's their job."

"That's not it."

"Nora, we're all creatures of habit. Just because they know your routine-"

"That's the problem!" she shouts. "I was being spontaneous!"

Behind the outburst, there's a pain in her voice that catches me off guard. Despite the years of watching her on TV, it's the first time I've seen her open her soft side, and even though it's with a yell, I jump right in. My playful shoulder-tap turns into a soothing caress. "Forget this place-we'll find somewhere new."

She glares angrily at the agent near the front door. He grins back. They've played this game before. "We're out of here," she growls. With a quick pump of the gas, our tires screech and we're on to our next stop. As we take off, I again check the rearview mirror. The Suburban, as always, is right behind us.

"They ever let up?" I ask.

"Goes with the territory," she says, sounding like she's been kicked in the gut.

Hoping to cheer her up, I say, "Forget those monkeys. Who cares if they know where you-"

"Spend two weeks doing it. That'll change your tune."

"Not me. My tune stays the same: Love the guys with guns. Love the guys with guns. Love the guys with guns. We're talkin' mantra here."

The joke is easy, but it works. She fights back the tiniest smile. "Gotta love those guns." Taking a deep breath, she runs her hand across the back of her neck and through the tips of her black hair. I think she's finally starting to relax. "Thanks again for letting me drive-I was starting to miss it."

"If it makes you feel better, you're an excellent driver."

"And you're an excellent liar."

"Don't take my word for it-look at the lemmings behind us; they've been smiling since you peeled out from the club."

Nora checks the rearview mirror for herself and waves at two more of the khaki-and-polo patrol. Neither smiles, but the one in the passenger seat actually waves back. "Those're my boys-been with me for three years," she explains. "Besides, Harry and Darren aren't that bad. They're just miserable because they're the only two who are actually responsible for me."

"Sounds like a dream job."

"More like a nightmare-every time I leave the House, they're stuck watching my behind."

"Like I said: dream job."

She turns, pretending she doesn't enjoy the compliment. "You love to flirt, don't you?"

"Safest form of intense social interaction."

"Safe, huh? Is that what it's all about for you?"

"Says the young lady with the armed bodyguards."

"What can I say?" she says with a laugh. "Sometimes you've got to be careful."

"And sometimes you've got to burn the village to save it." She likes that one-anything that brings back some challenge. For her, everything else is planned. "So now you're Genghis Khan?" she asks.

"I've been known to ravage a few helpless townships."

"Oh, please, lawboy, you're starting to embarrass yourself. Now where do you want to go?"

The forcefulness turns me on. I try to act unfazed. "Doesn't matter to me. But do the monkeys have to follow?"

"That depends," she says with a grin. "You think you can handle them?"

"Oh, yeah. Lawyers are well known for their ability to beat up large willing-to-take-a-bullet military types. There's a whole 'Fisticuffs' section on the bar exam...right after the 'Rain of Pain' essay."

"Okay, so if it's not going to be fight, we're going to have to go with flight." She hits the gas and my head snaps back into the headrest. We're now once again flying up Connecticut Avenue.

"What're you doing?"

She shoots me a look that I can feel in my pants. "You wanted privacy."

"Actually, I wanted foreplay."

"Well if this works, you're gonna get both."

Now the adrenaline's pumping. "You really think you can lose them?"

"Only tried once before."

"What happened?"

She shoots me another one of those looks. "You don't want to know."

The speedometer quickly shoots up to sixty, and the poorly paved D.C. roads are making us feel every pothole. I grab the handle on the door and prop myself up straight. It's at this moment that I see Nora as the twenty-two-year-old she really is-fearless, smug, and still impressed by the rev of an engine. Although I'm only a few years older, it's been a long time since my heart's raced this fast. After three years at Michigan Law, two years of clerkships, two years at a law firm, and the past two years in the White House Counsel's Office, my passions have been purely professional. Then Nora Hartson slaps me awake and starts a flash fire in my gut. How the hell was I supposed to know what I was missing?

Still, I look back at the Suburban and let out a nervous laugh. "If this gets me in trouble..."

"Is that what you're worried about?"

I bite my lip. That was a big step backwards. "No...it's just that...you know what I mean."

She ignores my stumbling and gives it more speed.

Stuck in the silence of our conversation, all I can hear is how loud the engine is revving. Up ahead is the entrance to the underpass that runs below Dupont Circle. The small tunnel has an initial steep drop, so you can't see how many cars are actually ahead of you. Nora doesn't seem to care. Without slowing down, we leap into the tunnel and my stomach drops. Luckily, there's no one in front of us.

As we leave the tunnel, all I can focus on is the green light at the end of the block. Then it turns yellow. We're not nearly close enough to make it. Again, Nora doesn't seem to care. "The light...!"

It turns red and Nora jerks the wheel into an illegal left turn. The tires shriek and my shoulder is pressed against the door. For the first time, I actually think we're in danger. I glance in the rearview mirror. The Suburban is still behind us. Never letting go. We race down a narrow, short street. I can see a stop sign ahead. Despite the late hour, there's still a steady stream of cars enjoying the right of way. I expect Nora to slow down. Instead, she speeds up. "Don't do it!" I warn her.

She takes notice of the volume of my voice, but doesn't reply. I'm craning my neck, trying to see how many cars there are. I see a few, but have no idea if they see us. We blow through the stop sign, and I shut my eyes. I hear cars screech to a halt and the simultaneous blaring of horns. Nothing hits us. I turn around and watch the Secret Service follow in our wake....

"What're you, a psychopath?"

"Only if I kill us. If we live, I'm a daredevil."

She refuses to let up, twisting and turning through the brownstone-lined streets of Dupont Circle. Every stop sign we run leaves another chorus of screaming horns and pissed-off drivers. Eventually, we're tearing up a one-way street that crosses back over the main thoroughfare, Connecticut Avenue. The only thing between us and the six lanes of traffic is another stop sign. With a hundred feet to go, she slams on the brakes. Thank God. Sanity's returned.

"Why don't we just call it a night?" I offer.

"Not a chance." She's scowling in the mirror, staring down her favorite agents. They look tempted to get out of the Suburban, but they have to know she'll take off the moment they do.

The agent in the passenger seat rolls down his window. He's young, maybe even younger than me. "C'mon, Shadow," he yells, rubbing it in by using her Secret Service code name. "You know what he said last time. Don't make us call this one in."

She doesn't take well to the threat. Under her breath, she mutters, "Cocky jock asshole." With that, she punches the gas. The wheels spin until they find traction.

I can't let her do this. "Nora, don't..."

"Shut up."

"Don't tell me to-"

"I said, shut up." Her response is a measured, low snarl. She doesn't sound like herself. We're barreling toward the stop sign and I count seven cars crossing in front of us. Eight. Nine. Ten. This isn't like the side streets. These cars are flying. I notice a tiny bead of sweat rolling down the side of Nora's forehead. She's holding the wheel as tight as she can. We're not going to make this one.

As we hit the threshold, I do the only thing I can think of. I lean over, punch the horn, and hold it down. We shoot out of the side street like a fifty-mile-an-hour banshee. Two cars swerve. Another hits his brakes. A fourth driver, in a black Acura, tries to slow down, but there's not enough time. His tires screech against the pavement, but he's still moving. Although Nora does her best to swerve out of his way, he nicks us right on the back tip of our bumper. It's just enough to make us veer out of control. And to put the Acura directly in front of the Secret Service Suburban. The Suburban pulls a sharp right and comes to a dead halt. We keep moving.

"It's okay!" Nora screams as she fights the steering wheel. "It's okay!" And in a two-second interval, I realize it's true. Everyone's safe and we're free to go. Nora lights up the car with a smile. As we motor up the block, I'm still remembering how to breathe.

Her chest is heaving as she catches her own breath. "Not bad, huh?" she finally asks.

"Not bad?" I ask, wiping my forehead. "You could've killed us-not to mention the other drivers and the-"

"But did you have fun?"

"It's not a question of fun. It was one of the stupidest stunts I've ever-"

"But did you have fun?" As she repeats the question, her voice grows warm. In the moonlight, her wild eyes shine. After seeing so many two-dimensional photos of her at public events in the papers, it's odd to see her just sitting there. I thought I knew how she smiled and how she moved. I wasn't even close. In person, her whole face changes-the way her cheeks pitch and slightly redden at the excitement-there's no way to describe it. It's not that I'm starstruck, it's just.... I don't know how else to say it... she's looking at me. Just me. She slaps my leg. "No one was hurt, the Acura barely tapped us. At the very worst, we both scraped our bumpers. I mean, how many nights do you get to outrun the Secret Service and live to tell about it?"

"I do it every other Thursday. It's not that big a deal."

"Laugh all you want, but you have to admit it was a thrill." I look over my shoulder. We're completely alone. And I have to admit, she's right.

It takes about ten minutes before I realize we're lost. In the span of a few blocks, the immaculate brownstones of Dupont Circle have faded into the run-down tenements on the outskirts of Adams Morgan.

"We should've turned on 16th," I say.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're absolutely right; I'm two hundred percent clueless. And you want to know how I know that?" I pause for effect. "Because I trusted you to drive! I mean, what the hell was I thinking? You barely live here; you're never in a car; and when you are, it's usually in the backseat."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Just as she asks the question, I realize what I've said. Three years ago, right after her father got elected, during Nora's sophomore year at Princeton, Rolling Stone ran a scathing profile of what they called her college "Drug and Love Life." According to the article, two different guys claimed that Nora went down on them in the backseats of their cars while she was on Special K. Another source said she was doing coke; a third said it was heroin. Either way, based on the article, some horny little Internet-freak used Nora's full name-Eleanor-and wrote a haiku poem entitled "Knee-Sore Eleanor." A few million forwarded e-mails later, Nora gained her most notorious sobriquet-and her father saw his favorability numbers fall. When the story ran, President Hartson called up the editor of Rolling Stone and asked him to leave his daughter alone. From then on, they did. Hartson's numbers went back up. All was well. But the joke was already out there. And obviously, from the look on Nora's face, the damage had already been done.

"I didn't mean anything," I insist, backing away from my unintended insult. "I just meant that your family gets the limo treatment. Motorcades. You know, other people drive you."

Suddenly, Nora laughs. She has a sexy, hearty voice, but her laugh is all little girl.

"What'd I say?"

"You're embarrassed," she answers, amused. "Your whole face is red."

I turn away. "I'm sorry..."

"No, it's okay. That's really sweet of you. And it's even sweeter that you blushed. For once, I know it's real. Thank you, Michael."

She said my name. For the first time tonight, she said my name. I turn back to her. "You're welcome. Now let's get out of here."

Turning around on 14th Street and still searching for the small strip of land known as Adams Morgan, home to Washington's most overrated bars and best ethnic restaurants, we find ourselves weaving our way back from the direction we came. Surrounded by nothing but deserted buildings and dark streets, I start worrying. No matter how tough she is, the First Daughter of the United States shouldn't be in a neighborhood like this.

When we reach the end of the block, though, we see our first indication of civilized life: Around the corner is a small crowd of people coming out of the only storefront in sight. It's a large brick building that looks like it's been converted into a two-story bar. In thick black letters, the word "Pendulum" is painted on a filthy white sign. A hip, midnight blue light surrounds the edges of the sign. Not at all my kind of place.

Nora pulls into a nearby parking spot and turns off the ignition.

"Here?" I ask. "The place is a rathole."

"No, it's not. People are well dressed." She points to a man wearing camel-colored slacks and a tight black T-shirt. Before I can protest, she adds, "Let's go-for once, we're anonymous." She pulls a black baseball hat from the shoulder strap of her purse and lowers the brim over her eyes. It's a terrible disguise, but she says it works. Never been stopped yet.

We pay ten bucks at the door, step inside, and take a quick look around. The place is packed with the typical D.C. Thursday night crowd-most still in their suits, ties undone; some already in their Calvin Klein V-necks. In the corner, two men are playing pool. By the bar, two men are ordering drinks. Next to them, two men are holding hands. That's when I realize where we are: Besides Nora, there's not a woman in this place. We're standing in the middle of a gay bar.

Behind me, I feel someone grab my ass. I don't even bother to turn around. "Oh, Nora, how I wish you were a man."

"I'm impressed," she says, stepping forward. "You don't even look uncomfortable."

"Why should I be uncomfortable?"

From the gleam in her eye, I can tell she's setting up another test. She needs to know if I can hang with the cool kids. "So it's okay if we stay?"

"Absolutely," I say with a grin. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

She stares me down with that sexy look. For the moment, I pass.

We squeeze up to the bar and order drinks. I get a beer; she gets a Jack and Ginger. Following her lead, we head to the far end of the L-shaped bar, where it runs perpendicular to the wall. In a move that's been honed by years of being hounded and gawked at, Nora motions me into the last seat and puts her back to the crowd. For her, it's pure instinct. With her baseball cap covering her hair, there isn't a chance she's going to be recognized. The way she's set us up, the only one who can even see her is me. She takes one last overview of the room, then, satisfied, goes for her drink. "So have you always hugged your serious side?"

"What do you mean? I'm not-"

"Don't apologize for it," she interrupts. "It's who you are. I just want to know where it comes from. Family issues? Bitter divorce? Dad abandoned you and your m-?"

"Nobody did anything," I say. "What you see is me." By the tone of my answer, she thinks it's an issue. She's right. And it's not something she's getting on a first date. Searching for a smooth segue, I try to steer us back to safer subjects. "So tell me what you thought of Princeton. Enjoyable or Muffyville snob factory?"

"I didn't know you wanted to do an interview."

"Don't give me that. College tells you a lot about a person."

"College tells you jack squat-it's a rationalized decision based on nothing more than a vacuous campus visit and a prefigured range of SAT scores. Besides, you're almost thirty," she says with a lick-it-up grin, "that's ancient history for you. What've you done in between?"

"After law school? A quick clerkship, then off to a local law firm. To be honest, though, it was just a way to fill time between campaigns. Barth in the Senate, a few local council guys-then three months as the Hartson Campaign's Get-Out-the-Vote Chairman, Great State of Michigan." She doesn't respond and I get the sense she's judging me. Quickly, I add, "You know what a zoo it is to do it nationally-if I wanted any real responsibility, it was better for me to stay in-state."

"Better for you or better for your ego?"

"All of us. The headquarters was only twenty minutes from my house." She sees something in my answer. "So you wanted to be in Michigan?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't know...smart guy like you...working in the Counsel's Office. Usually you guys run away from the hometowns."

"As a volunteer, it was a financial decision. Nothing more."

"And what about college and law school? Michigan for both, right?"

It's really incredible-when it comes to weaknesses, she knows exactly where to look. "School was a different story."

"Something with your parents?"

Once again, we've reached my limit. "Something personal. But it wasn't their fault."

"You always so forgiving?"

"You always so pushy?"

She rests an elbow on the bar, leans in close, and forces me back against the wall. "What you see is me," she says with a dark smile.

"Exactly," I tease back. "That's exactly my point." I hop off my stool and head toward her. In the Counsel's Office, it's the first rule they teach you: Never let them pin you down.

"Where you going?" she asks, blocking my way.

"Just to the restroom." I squeeze past her and everything between my chest and my thighs brushes against her. She grins. And doesn't give up an inch.

"Don't be too long," she purrs.

"Do I look that stupid?"

I return from the restroom just in time to see Nora taking a sip of my beer. I put a hand on the back of her shoulder. "You can order your own-they have plenty for everyone."

"I just needed it to take some aspirin," she explains, placing a small brown prescription vial back into her purse.

"Everything okay?"

"Just a headache." Pointing to the vial, she adds, "Want some?"

I shake my head.

"Suit yourself," she says with a grin. "But when you see this one, I think you're going to need it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

As I take my seat against the wall, Nora leans in close. "When you were on your way to the restroom, did you happen to see any familiar faces walk in?"

I look over her shoulder and scan the bar. "I don't think so. Why?"

Her grin goes wide. Whatever's going on, she's enjoying herself. "Far left corner of the room. By the video screen. White button-down. Saggy khakis."

My eyes follow her instructions. There's the video screen. There's the.... I don't believe it. Across the room, running his hand through his salt-and-pepper hair and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, is Edgar Simon. White House Counsel. Lawyer to the President himself. My boss.

"Guess who just got the best office gossip?" Nora sings.

"This isn't funny."

"What's the big deal? So he's gay."

"That's not the point, Nora. He's married. To a woman. At his level, if this gets out, the press'll..."

Nora's smile falls away. "He's married? Are you sure?"

"For something like thirty years," I say nervously. "He's getting ready to send his first kid off to college." I lower my head to make sure he doesn't see me. "I just met his wife at that reception for AmeriCorps. Her name's Ellen. Or Elena. Something with an E."

"Dumb-ass, that's where you met me."

"Before you got there. Right when it started. Simon introduced me to her. They seemed really happy."

"And now he's here hoping for some extra tricks on the side. Man, when it comes to adulterers, my dad can pick 'em."

In the two weeks since we met, it's the fourth time Nora's made a reference to her father. And not just her father. The father. The father of the American people. The President of the United States. I have to admit, no matter how many times she says it, I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

Bent forward, with a sweaty hand grasping the edge of the bar, I'm frozen in position. Facing me, Nora has her back to Simon. "What's he doing now?" she asks.

Using her head to run interference, I refuse to look. If I can't see Simon, he can't see me.

"Tell me what he's doing," she insists.

"No way. He sees me, I'm meat. I won't get another assignment until I'm ninety."

"The way you're acting, that's not too far off." Before I can react, Nora grabs me by the collar and ducks her head down. As she holds me up, I get a good look at Simon.

"He's talking to someone," I blurt.

"Anyone we know?"

The stranger has curly black hair and is wearing a denim shirt. I shake my head. Never seen him before.

Nora can't help herself. She takes a quick peek and turns back around, just as the stranger hands Simon a small sheet of paper. "What was that?" Nora asks. "Are they exchanging numbers?"

"I can't tell. They're-" Just then, Simon looks my way. Right at me. Oh, shit. I drop my head before we make eye contact. Was I fast enough? With our foreheads touching, Nora and I look like we're searching for lost change under the bar.

Suddenly, a male voice says, "Can I help you?"

My heart sinks. I look up. It's just the bartender. "No, no," I stutter. "She just lost an earring."

When the bartender leaves, I turn back to Nora. She has an almost giddy look on her face. "Quick on your feet, macho man."

"What're you-"

Before I can finish, she says, "Where's he now?"

I raise my head and glance in his direction. The problem is, there's no one there. "I think he's gone."

"Gone?" Nora picks her head up. We're both scanning the bar. "There," she says. "By the door."

I turn to the door just in time to see Simon leave. I take another look around the bar. Pool table. Video screen. Along the wall by the restrooms. The guy in the denim shirt is gone too.

Nora responds like a lightning bolt. She grabs my hand and starts pulling. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"We should follow him."

"What? Are you nuts?"

She's still pulling. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Fun? Stalking your boss is fun? Getting caught is fun? Getting fired's f-"

"It'll be fun and you know it. Aren't you dying to know where he's going? And what was on the paper?" "My guess is he got the address for a nearby motel, where Simon and his denim-man can play Buy Me a Blowjob to their heart's content."

Nora laughs. "Buy Me a Blowjob?"

"I'm making a few assumptions-you know what I mean."

"Of course I know what you mean."

"Good. Then you also know there's nothing gained from a little gossip."

"Is that what you think? That I'm in it for the gossip? Michael, think about it for a second. Edgar Simon is the White House Counsel. Lawyer to my father. Now if he gets caught with his lasso out, who do you think's going to be publicly embarrassed? Besides Simon, who else do you think is going to take the black eye?"

Reference number five hits me where it hurts. Reelection's only two months away and Hartson's having a hard enough time as it is. Another black eye'll start the jockeying.

"What if Simon's not in it for the sex?" I ask. "What if he was meeting here for something else?"

Nora stares me down. Her let-me-drive eyes are working overtime.

"That's the best reason of all to go."

I shake my head. She's not talking me into this.

"C'mon, Michael, what're you gonna do-sit around here and spend the rest of your life playing what-if?"

"Y'know what-after everything else that happened tonight, sitting here is more than enough."

"And that's all you want? That's your big goal in life? To have enough?"

She lets the logic sink in before she goes for the kill. "If you don't want to follow, I understand. But I have to go. So give me your keys and I'll be out of your way."

No question about it. She'll be gone. And I'll be here.

I pull the keys from my pocket. She opens her hand.

I once again shake my head and tell myself I won't regret it. "You really think I'm going to let you go alone?"

She shoots me a smile and darts for the door. Without pause, I follow. The moment we get outside, I see Simon's black Volvo pull out from a spot up the street. "There he goes," I say.

We run down the block in a mad dash for my Jeep. "Throw me the keys," she says.

"Not a chance," I reply. "This time, I drive."

Copyright (c) 2001 by Forty-four Steps, Inc.

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Interviews & Essays

The Thrills Are Just Beginning: An Interview with Brad Meltzer

Barnes & Noble.com: Your first novel, The Tenth Justice, was an instant bestseller. Can you tell us how that felt? Did you ever in your wildest fantasies ever dream of hitting the bestseller lists the first time out?

Brad Meltzer: Not a chance. In fact, I still feel like someone's going to call me up and tell me there was a miscount in the bestseller ballots (do they use ballots? Insert Year 2000 election joke here). To be honest -- and I’ll be the first to say it -- we got lucky. There are plenty of writers who never get a chance. I’m just glad people get to read my work.

B&N.com: What has your success brought you? Security? More time to write? Or just more pressure to match or exceed previous successes? For instance, did your initial success make writing your second novel, Dead Even, more difficult?

BM: Certainly, security -- if The Tenth Justice never sold, I'd be working at a big law firm, trying to pay down upwards of $60,000 in law school and college loans. I don't come from money, and I'm happy I don't come from money -- but that doesn't mean it didn't make it a bit easier.

As for more time to write, that's also been great -- but even with the extra time, it still takes me 12 to 18 months to write a book. I just have more time to struggle over the best way to say something.

And in terms of pressure, I don't feel the need to play "top-this" with myself. All I want to do is write a great book. That being said, I had a much harder time writing Dead Even. Why? Because as I wrote Dead Even, I had one rule: Don't rewrite The Tenth Justice. I didn't want to be one of those authors who just regurgitated their old formula, so I did everything in my power to make it different. Sometimes I struggled, but I hope the result is a book that's completely different from what I'd done before. Also, that process taught me a great deal about writing and left me completely refreshed for The First Counsel.

B&N.com: Was The Tenth Justice really your first effort? Any previous novels sitting in your writer's "trunk"?

BM: Absolutely -- the first novel I ever wrote was called Fraternity. It’s still sitting on my shelf, published by Kinko's. All told, I got 24 rejection letters for it -- and after that, I decided it was best to move on. Will I ever go back to it? I don't know. It's kinda like a '68 Mustang. You can clean it up, and put in a new engine, and install new air conditioning and a CD player, but on some level, when you do that, you rob it of its soul.

What I love about Fraternity is that it's me figuring out how to write. And on every page, it has the passion of someone who's falling in love with the process. That's what's great about it. So, yes, I can take it, update it, and put in the new CD player, but sometimes, AM/FM is more than enough.

B&N.com: Who are your influences, your writing heroes? Whom did you grow up reading?

BM: Funny you should mention heroes. I'm a comic book nut -- I love the stuff. I eat it like candy. In fact, as some astute readers have pointed out, the Supreme Court justices in The Tenth Justice are named after the Watchmen in Alan Moore's classic graphic novel (okay, and one of the justices is named after my wife).

B&N.com: If you could have written one book by any other author, what would it have been?

BM: It's cliché, it's been said, but it's true: To Kill a Mockingbird. Period.

B&N.com: What do you think of comparisons with authors who have covered similar territory in their work, such as John Grisham, Scott Turow, John Lescroart, et al.? Have you even read their books? Or do you feel that not reading their works helps keep your writing fresh and original.

BM: If it weren't for John Grisham, we wouldn't be here today. So I'll take the Grisham and Turow comparisons any day. That being said, every writer's different. They should be, and they have to be. When I write, I push as hard as I can to make my voice come alive. If a voice sounds phony, if it sounds like someone else, dump it and move on. For that reason alone, while I'm writing, I won't read in the genre and I try not to read novels (which is hard because I love to read). Still, it's the only way I can keep my voice my own.

B&N.com: What do you feel distinguishes your writing from these other writers' work? What do you see as your strengths and weaknesses as a writer?

BM: In writing, the thing that comes most naturally to me is dialogue. Everything else I work at. Description, backgrounds, anything expository -- that's what I still learn every day. But two people sitting in a room and staring at each other? I love watching 'em yell back and forth. Beyond that, I’ll still always latch on to humor. It’s not about going for the easy laugh, it’s just that I believe you can read a person’s life through their sense of humor -- or lack of it. Sense of humor makes sense to me. It makes life real (and it’s a wonderfully subversive way to build a character). You have to laugh at yourself, and you can’t take yourself too seriously. As for how it fits into thrillers -- sure, I relate to the vulnerable hero, but I just as much love that goofus in the back of the room who’s trying to figure out the subtle differences between a referee’s outfit and the Foot Locker employee uniform. (One word: a whistle).

B&N.com: Do you think the so-called "lawyer-in-trouble" genre, born with the advent of The Firm, can stay vibrant, or is it already getting too crowded, and in the process of burning itself out?

BM: The genre will only last if people try to do what hasn't been done before. There's always room for something new. But if you constantly put out the same old nonsense, eventually, people will say, "Who cares?" For that reason alone, I've made it a point to never write a full courtroom scene. Even in Dead Even (which is about a trial!), the moment they step into the courtroom, I clear the place by announcing that someone's dead. I mean, we've seen it a hundred times:

"I object, your honor!"

"Overruled!"

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50 PAGES LATER:

"I love you -- but is this the end?"

"No, darling -- it's only the beginning..."

Fortunately, there's always some kid out there hunting and pecking at her computer, clicking out something we've never seen before. And that’s just great.

B&N.com: Whom have you been reading lately? Any recommendations for B&N.com readers?

BM: Read Pedro & Me by Judd Winick. You'll cry and thank me later.

B&N.com: Reviewing your latest thriller, The First Counsel, our B&N.com reviewer described it as "a blend of elements from Kevin Costner's film No Way Out (itself an update of the classic Ray Milland movie [The Big Clock] adapted from the Kenneth Fearing novel) and TV's megahit, The West Wing, a classic race against time flavored with an insider's view of the White House." Do you think that's an accurate description, or way off base?

BM: As far as plot goes, the reviewer gives a pretty good overall flavor, but for me, The First Counsel is still about the characters. That’s what drove it for me: the relationship between a White House lawyer and the president's daughter. The writer in me goes for the characters and their separate journeys; the thriller writer in me tries to ask: "What’s it like to date the president’s daughter?" The mixture is the end result. Sure, plot has its place, but if the characters aren’t real, everything else falls away.

B&N.com: How did you research The First Counsel? You mention several intriguing sources in your Acknowledgments, including Secret Service agents and an actual "First Daughter." How difficult was it to pierce the veil of White House secrecy? Were any scenes or locales in the book directly inspired or influenced by any of the information you gathered?

BM:The First Counsel may be fiction, but the details of the White House are real. The secret tunnels that run below the White House are really there. And they're exactly where the book says they are. No lie. I spent three years talking to former Secret Service agents, employees, and staffers. Then I started bothering former real First Daughters until one of them agreed to be interviewed. I wanted all the White House details to be accurate, from the hidden passageways, to the bowling alley, to the private movie theater. The only thing I flubbed (on purpose) was where the Secret Service hide their guns. I moved that one about fifty feet or so. Sure, I got the blueprints to the White House, but the details came from the people who worked there. When I finally decided to write a book about a White House lawyer dating the President's daughter, I knew I'd have to do some homework. So that's exactly what I started doing.

As far as how scenes were inspired, the entire final scene of the book -- which takes place in the attic -- came into being when a friend who worked at the White House took me up into the Old Exec's attic. It was dark, scary, and clearly off-limits. But when we climbed the metal stairs and saw the stained glass and windows that overlooked the President's bedroom, I knew I had a location for the final scene. Of course, thanks to our time up there, I'm sure the Secret Service now has an official file opened on me. That's the price for fiction.

B&N.com: Have you started work on your new novel? Can you give us any hints about what's coming next from Brad Meltzer?

BM: I've already started on the new one. Yes, it's a thriller. And no, it doesn't have a lawyer. Wait...actually, that's not true. There's one really cool lawyer, but not how you think.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2004

    Not Meltzer's best.

    I'm usually very easy to please, and enjoy Meltzer's other books, however this book was not very good. It was not exciting or intense drama, but felt like soap opera drama, cheesy and you don't really care about the characters. There are better fiction books out there. Hope this review helped!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2011

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    Not for Me

    It's a good thing I checked this one out at the local library before I bought and downoaded it. I love crime/legal thrillers, but for some reason, I just couldn't get into this one. The description sounded interesting, but I put it down after the seventh chapter. I love Brad Meltzer's show, Decoded, on the History Channel, so I'm not completely turned off of him from this one book. But I am definitely going to read his other books somewhere else before I buy them.

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 11, 2008

    Disapointing

    I enjoyed Meltzer's Dead Even and The Tenth Justice, but this book was a waste of time.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2002

    509 Painful Pages of a thirty-page story

    Did not enjoy this book at all. Had no reason to care at all about these characters or this story. Title is misleading - no relevance at all to his work as Counsel to the President. You will never see a trial or anything remotely connected to legal work. This is the story of a man who gets duped and then tries to extricate himself from the situation. Not enjoyable or entertaining or even enlightened at all.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2005

    Couldn't put this one down!

    This was intense. I hadn't read Meltzer since finishing Dead Even several years ago. I shouldn't have waited so long. A solid and harried (in the end) story, but well worth a read.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2010

    The First Counsel

    This book was great from start to finish and was the first Brad Meltzer book I read and after reading this have read all his thrillers. He does an excellent job writing. It is a must read!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2005

    WOW! What a page turner!

    Brad Meltzer was recommended to me by a co-worker. This was my first purchase and I'll certainly be collecting more. Excellent plot twists, sympathetic characters, keeps the reader guessing until the very end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Exciting

    Everyone, but especially men, who comes in her orbit (which seems Neptunium in scope) finds the First Daughter Nora Hartson charming and beguiling. White House junior lawyer Michael Garrick is a100 per cent red blooded American and he too cannot resist the lure of Nora. When he gets a date with her, he thinks the world has stopped orbiting.<P> However, Michael allows Nora to lead him on a merry joy ride. First they ditch the Secret Service before entering a gay bar where they see his boss Edgar Simon. They follow Edgar as he drops off a package containing $40,000, but playing amateur sleuth is not enough for Nora, who rips off $10,000 from the cash.<P> Not long afterwards, the Feds catch Michael with the illicit loot. He claims it belongs to Simon, who claims it belongs to Michael. When someone murders the White House ethics chief, the evidence points towards Michael, who fights the FBI, the Media, and his boss and peers in what appears to be a futile attempt to keep out of jail because he forgot the first rule of the bureaucracy: Protect your butt.<P> THE FIRST COUNSEL is an engaging suspense thriller that works because readers will enjoy the insider¿s look into the White House from a non-presidential viewpoint. The story line is fast-paced and the tension mounts as the audience wonders whether the hero will pull a Houdini or take the fall. By using a lower staffer as the key to the tale, Brad Meltzer provides a fresh perspective on what is a growing sub-genre, murder in the White House.<P> Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2012

    So so

    Tco easy to predict the end

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2012

    This book was horrible.

    This book was all over the place. It was hard to keep up with the characters. I had to read the same line over and over to figure out who was talking. Good ending, just took awhile to get there. Would not read again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2007

    Exciting Read

    Fast paced, exciting read. In addition to this novel, I also read other Meltzer novels: 'The Tenth Justice', 'Zero Game', 'The Millionaires'. Meltzer is a young, energetic writer who delivers exciting suspense with every chapter. Non stop, pulse beating, not too heavy reading, this book will delight you reading past time. In light of the current political climate, this book is sure to make you connect and relate to the, sad to say, corruption we see in politics.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2005

    Wow! What a book!

    I couldn't put this book down. The character developement is incredible. The suspense builds right from the beginning and gradually grows as the book moves along. When I finished the book I was left in awe of the eventual outcome. Moving to say the least! I'll definately be reading more of his books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2001

    Fast reading but thin plot

    Meltzer's latest outing does not live up to the breathless reviews. The White House inside info is very interesting but not crucial to the plot. Annoyingly, the most fascinating character in the White House -- the president -- is rarely seen or heard from. In fact, the lead character Michael Garrick makes a presentation to the president on a topic that I was sure would be central to the plot. But Meltzer skips over the meeting entirely! Why? Who knows. Here was a chance to portray the highest level intrigues and give us a real feel for the Oval Office -- but it never happens. Garrick, as a well-trained and highly placed lawyer, is reduced to hysterial babbling throughout most of the book. Meltzer is sometimes heavy handed with his prose. An example of Garrick's over-wrought dialogue: 'Is that the lie of the moment? Some maudlin disclaimer?' (p. 450) Nora, the First Daughter, is an interesting character who keeps you guessing. The plot itself centers on a conspiracy and coverup that I won't give away. After 300 pages, you don't know much more than after the first 25. But Meltzer does keep you reading. It's compelling stuff but wears a little thin over the course of the book. The ending ties up many loose ends and was disappointing -- mainly because the conspiracy was more personal than political. So, again, the White House insider viewpoint is almost wasted. Still, a compelling read for Washington thriller junkies.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014

    Excelent book

    Thank for the book

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2013

    interesting

    the author writes a book that keeps you wanting to turn the page especially when the main character gets into trouble

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2013

    Loved!!

    Love all his books

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  • Posted June 9, 2013

    Not to my liking.

    When I read a novel I want it to take me to a place that I want to be. This novel is all about a wimp. I'm actually surprised I finished reading it. Although the main character shows some spine near the end, his lack of courage winds up allowing the villan to do one last horrific deed. The situations are highly improbable and oherwise very contrived. Give me Vince Flynn, Brad Thor, Lee Child, Stuart Woods, or David Baldachi any day.

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  • Posted December 30, 2012

    Great read! I really enjoyed the twists and turns. Will definit

    Great read! I really enjoyed the twists and turns. Will definitely read more of his books!

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

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    The main character, Michael, made me finishing the book frustrat

    The main character, Michael, made me finishing the book frustrated with him. He is a whimp and allows everyone walk all over him, through out the whole book. That got to be old. At times it was hard to put it down but most of the time I couldn't wait to be done. I rate this book an &quot;eh, so-so&quot;.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2012

    Anonymous

    Great book! First Meltzer book I have read. It was fast paced and I liked the characters. I did not have the ending figured out and that really kept me reading. Will definitely look forward to reading Meltzers other books.

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