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Shall We Tell the President?

Shall We Tell the President?

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After years of great sacrifice and deep personal tragedy, Florentyna Kane’s has finally become the first woman president in America. But on the very day that she is sworn into office, powerful forces are already in motion to take her life.

The FBI investigates thousands of false threats every year. This time, a reliable source has tipped them off

Overview

After years of great sacrifice and deep personal tragedy, Florentyna Kane’s has finally become the first woman president in America. But on the very day that she is sworn into office, powerful forces are already in motion to take her life.

The FBI investigates thousands of false threats every year. This time, a reliable source has tipped them off about an assassination attempt. One hour later, the informant and all but one of the investigating agents are dead. The lone survivor: FBI Special Agent Mark Andrews. Now, only he knows when the killers will strike. But how can he alone unravel a ruthless conspiracy—in less than one week? The race to save the first woman president begins now…

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal

The FBI has six days to stop a plot to assassinate the President in this title originally published in 1977 as a stand-alone thriller and refashioned in 1987 to complete No. 1 New York Times best-selling author Archer's "Kane and Abel" trilogy. The narration is by Audie Award winner Lorelei King (Tallgrass), who also read the last entry in this series, The Prodigal Daughter(Jeff Harding read the first; abridged recordings of all three are available from Macmillan Audio). King performs expressively, adding just the right amount of excitement to the story. The abridgment is skillfully executed; it is impossible to tell where material has been omitted. Highly recommended.
—Ilka Gordon

From the Publisher

“Outrageous top-notch terror.” —Vogue

“Holds the reader in a vicelike grip.” —Penthouse

“The countdown is the thing; the pace, the pursuit, the what-next…” —Boston Globe

“The only difference between this book and The Day of the Jackal is that Archer is a better writer.” —Chicago Tribune

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780449200650
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
09/12/1982

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Tuesday afternoon, 20 January

12:26 P.M.

"I, Florentyna Kane, do solemnly swear..."

"I, Florentyna Kane, do solemnly swear..."

"...that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the United States..."

"...that I will faithfully execute the office of the President of the United States..."

"...and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States. So help me God."

"...and will to, the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the united States. So help me God."

Her hand still resting on the Douay Bible, the forty-third President smiled at the First Gentleman. It was the end of one struggle and the begining of another. Florentyna Kane knew about struggles. Her first struggle had been to be elected to Congress, then the Senate and finally four years later when she had become the first woman Vice President of the United States. After a fierce primary campaign, she had only narrowly managed to defeat Senator Ralph Brooks on the fifth ballot at the Democratic National Convention in June. In November she survived an even fiercer battle with the Republican candidate, a former congressman from New York. Florentyna Kane was elected President by 105,000 votes, a mere one per cent, the smallest margin in American history, smaller even than the 118,000 that John F. Kennedy had gained over Richard Nixon back in 1960.

While the applause died down, the President waited for the twenty-one-gun salute to come to an end. Florentyna Kane cleared her throat and facedfifty thousand attentive citizens on the Capitol Plaza and two hundred million more somewhere out there beyond the television transmitters. There was no need today for the blankets and heavy coats which normally accompanied these occasions. The weather was unusually mild for late January, and the crowded grassy area facing the cast front of the Capitol, although soggy, was no longer white from the Christmas snow.

"Vice President Bradley, Mr. Chief Justice, President Carter, President Reagan, Reverend clergy, fellow citizens."

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.

Their day had begun at about 6:30 A.M. Neither had slept very well after the splendid pre-Inaugural concert given in their honor the previous evening. Florentyna Kane had gone over her presidential address for the final time, underlining the salient words in red, making only minor changes.

When she rose that morning, Florentyna wasted no time in selecting a blue dress from her wardrobe. She pinned on the tiny brooch her-first husband, Richard, had given her just before he had died.

Every time Florentyna wore that brooch she remembered him; how he had been unable to catch the plane that day because of a strike by maintenance' workers but stiff hired a car to be sure he could be by Florentyna's side when she addressed the Harvard commencement.

I Richard never did hear that speech, the one Newsweek described as a launching pad for the Presidency-because by the time she had reached the hospital he was dead.

She snapped back into the real world of which she was the most powerful leader on earth. But stiff without enough power to bring Richard back. Florentyna checked herself in the mirror. She felt confident. After all, she had already been President for nearly two years, since the unexpected death of President Parkin. Historians would be surprised to discover that she had learned of the President's death while trying to sink a four-foot putt against her oldest friend and future husband, Edward Winchester.

They had both stopped their match when the helicopters had circled overhead. When one of them had landed a Marine Captain had jumped out and run towards 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.

She left the bedroom and went straight to the private dining-room where her husband Edward was chatting to her children William and Annabel. Florentyna kissed all three of them before they sat down to breakfast.

They laughed about the past and talked about the future but when the dock struck eight the President left them to go to the Oval Office. Her Chief of Staff, Janet Brown, was sitting outside in the corridor waiting for her.

"Good morning, Madam President."

"Good morning, Janet. Everything under control?" She smiled at her.

"I think so, Madam."

"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?"

"There are 842 telegrams and 2,412 letters but they will have to wait, except for the Heads of State. I'll have replies ready for them by twelve o'clock."

"Date them today, they'll like that, and I'll sign every one of them as soon as they are ready."

"Yes" Madam., I also have your schedule. You start the official day with coffee at eleven with the former Presidents, Reagan and Carter, there you will be driven to the Inauguration. After the Inauguration, you'll attend a luncheon at the Senate before reviewing the Inaugural Parade in front of the White House."

Janet Brown passed her a sheaf of three-by-five index cards, stapled together, as she had done for fifteen years since she joined her staff when Florentyna had first been elected to Congress.They summarized the President's hour-by-hour shedule. ; there was rather less on them than usual. Florentyna glanced. over the cards, and dunked her Chief of Staff Edward Winchester appeared at the door. He smiled as he always did, with a mixtrue of love and admiration, when she turned towards him. She had never once regretted her almost impulsive decision to marry him after the eighteenth...

Shall We Tell the President?. Copyright © by Jeffrey Archer. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Jeffrey Archer was educated at Oxford University. He has served five years in Britain's House of Commons and fourteen years in the House of Lords. All of his novels and short story collections--including And Thereby Hangs a Tale, Kane and Abel, Paths of Glory and False Impression--have been international bestselling books. Archer is married with two sons and lives in London and Cambridge.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
London and the Old Vicarage, Grantchester
Date of Birth:
April 15, 1940
Education:
Attended Brasenose College, Oxford, 1963-66. Received a diploma in sports education from Oxford Institute

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