We Are Holding the President Hostage

We Are Holding the President Hostage

by Warren Adler
     
 
Aging Mafia Don Salvatore Padronelli is furious when fanatical Islamic terrorists capture his beloved daughter and grandson on a trip to Egypt. Fed up with ineffective diplomatic measures and a lack of governmental action, the Don and his loyal henchman cleverly insinuate themselves into the White House posing as waiters at a State dinner and take the President and

Overview

Aging Mafia Don Salvatore Padronelli is furious when fanatical Islamic terrorists capture his beloved daughter and grandson on a trip to Egypt. Fed up with ineffective diplomatic measures and a lack of governmental action, the Don and his loyal henchman cleverly insinuate themselves into the White House posing as waiters at a State dinner and take the President and his wife hostage. Now the Don calls the shots. This classic confrontation between two men on utterly opposite sides of the law is laced with humor and illustrates how fierce paternal love can motivate even the most ruthless of gangsters into reckless acts of courage and bravery.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781590060131
Publisher:
Stonehouse Press
Publication date:
12/28/1986
Pages:
296
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 0.79(h) x 0.79(d)

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EVEN HERE, MARIA THOUGHT, a pebble’s throw from the grimy once-ornate facade of the Egyptian Museum, the fetid stew of Cairo in July hung in the air, noxious and unhealthy. From the car she could see shimmering thermal patterns, like ghostly dervishes, whirling through the late-afternoon falluca traffic on the river. Joey’s rubber ball made pocking sounds against the rear deck of the Mercedes. It printed smudges in the dusty surface but left no damage, and she let him amuse himself. Her gaze drifted toward the hodgepodge of vehicles thrashing forward in the streets: ramshackle buses choked with people, trucks belching dark exhausts, cars of every vintage, donkeys pulling flatbed carts, a slow-moving river of molasses. She contemplated the impending Friday run to Alexandria. It would be a gut-wrenching punishment. One more time she looked at her watch. Robert had told her that the schedule called for the delegation to be finished with the museum tour by four, which meant five or thereabouts, acknowledging the Egyptian penchant for defying punctuality. It was now fifteen minutes past five. “Can’t duck this one,” Robert had apologized at breakfast, offering his mock-exasperated smile, mischievous under his shock of sandy hair, which made him appear so deceptively yielding and innocent. How misleading, she thought, warmed, once again, by the image. After all, hadn’t he defied the vaunted all-powerful Padre? She allowed herself a private grin as a momentary picture of her father, like a bit of flotsam on the slate gray of the Nile, passed briefly on the flow of memory. Padre! Her voice could never say it, although it resonated often in her mind. Heis daddy, she protested, yet again, whispering the word. “What?” Joey asked, coming to the open window. “Nothing, sweets.” “We’ll be late, Mommy.” “Late for what?” she asked patiently. “For a swim.” Joey pouted. “You promised.” “Then I’ll keep it. Even if it’s dark.” “But I’m afraid of the dark, Mommy.” She was disturbed that her irritation had made her say that. Impatience and the heat, she rationalized. “We’ll make it, sweets. You’ll see,” she said gently, putting out her hand, ruffling his hair. He smiled and went back to the rear of the car, resuming his game. The Assistant Secretary was a classmate from Princeton, Robert had explained with his usual bias, one of the foot soldiers who ventured into the muck of irreversible entropy, which was, specifically, modern Egypt and the Arab world in general. Robert, ever the antiquarian, often vented his contempt for the modern world using the Arab example. The visit of the Assistant Secretary had set him off that morning. “Their entire culture is dominated by a mentality that will not rest until it gets the upper hand, which is impossible, like immortality. Yet they continue to haggle away like traders in the marketplace. They have a sweetness in them that is very attractive, but they cannot compromise.”

Meet the Author

Warren Adler is best known for The War of the Roses, his masterpiece fictionalization of a macabre divorce turned into the Golden Globe and BAFTA nominated dark comedy hit starring Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner and Danny DeVito. In addition to the success of the stage adaptation of his iconic novel on the perils of divorce, Adler has optioned and sold film rights to more than a dozen of his novels and short stories to Hollywood and major television networks. Random Hearts (starring Harrison Ford and Kristen Scott Thomas), The Sunset Gang (starring Jerry Stiller, Uta Hagen, Harold Gould and Doris Roberts), Private Lies, Funny Boys, Madeline's Miracles, Trans-Siberian Express and his Fiona Fitzgerald mystery series are only a few titles that have forever left Adler's mark on contemporary American authorship from page to stage to screen. Learn more about Warren Adler at www.warrenadler.com.

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