The First Counsel
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The runaway bestseller that takes us down the rabbit hole of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
John F. Jennedy, Jr., was Lark.
Amy Carter was Dynamo.
Chelsea Clinton was Energy.
Shadow is the Secret Service code name for First Daughter Nora Hartson. And when White House lawyer Michael Garrick begins dating the irresistible Nora, he's instantly spellbound, just like everyone else in her world. Then, late one night, the two witness something they were never meant to see. Now, in a world where everyone watches your every move, Michael is suddenly ensnared in someone's secret agenda. Trusting no one, not even Nora, he finds himself fighting for his innocence--and ultimately, his life.
Who’s on fire?” I quickly relay everything that’s happened with Pam and the files. As always, Nora’s judgment comes quick. “I told you,” she says, taking a seat on the corner of my desk. “I said it from the start. That’s how it always is in this place. It’s all about competition.” “It has nothing to do with competition.” “Oh, so now you’re going to ignore the fact that Caroline’s death meant a huge promotion for Pam?” “That’s only for the interim. They’ll hire someone new after the
sure about that?” She doesn’t like being accused. “You think I did this?” I’m not sure what to think and this is no time to get into it. “Just lead the way.” In the far corner of the hallway, she shoves open two swinging doors as we bound into what looks like a small pantry. Mini-refrigerator, bar sink, a few glass cabinets full of cereal and snacks. Just enough to save you from walking down three flights to the kitchen. In the corner of the room, on top of the counter, are two square metal
trigger. Every muscle in my body tenses. My eyes narrow. The chandelier sways. “Say good night, Larry,” I say. Holding the gun at arm’s length, I use both hands to steady it. I sight along the barrel. There he is. For the first time, he loses the grin. His mouth gapes open. My finger twitches against the trigger. But the harder I pull… the more my hand shakes… and the more I realize… I can’t. Slowly, I lower the gun. Lamb lets out a deep cackle that rips through me. “That’s why we picked you,”
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my eyes scan the ground. “Where are—” “Shhhhhhh—lower your voice.” Spinning around, I follow the sound. “A little higher, Sherlock.” I look up and finally find her. Sitting on the roof of the mansion, she’s dangling her feet over the edge. She’s low enough that I can touch her swinging legs, but everything else is out of reach. “How’d you get up there?” “Does that mean you want to join me?” “Just tell me how you got there.” She points with her foot. “See where the railing runs into the