The Lincoln Letter (Peter Fallon and Evangeline Carrington)
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Treasure hunters Peter Fallon and Evangeline Carrington are heading for adventure in Washington D.C., the sleek, modern, power-hungry capital of America...and the crowded, muddy, intrigue-filled nexus of the Civil War. Their prize? A document of incredible historical importance and incalculable value: Abraham Lincoln's diary.
What if Lincoln recorded his innermost thoughts as he moved toward the realization that he must free the slaves? And what if that diary slipped from his fingers in 1862? A recently discovered letter written by Lincoln suggests that the diary exists and is waiting to be found. Some want the diary for its enormous symbolic value to a nation that reveres Lincoln. Others believe it carries a dark truth about Lincoln's famous proclamation--a truth that could profoundly impact the fast-approaching elections and change the course of a nation. Peter and Evangeline must race against these determined adversaries to uncover a document that could shake the foundation of Lincoln's legacy.
From William Martin, the New York Times bestselling author of The Lost Constitution, The Lincoln Letter is a breathless chase across the Washington of today as well as a political thriller set in our besieged Civil War capital. It is a story of old animosities that still smolder, old philosophies that still contend, and a portrait of our greatest president as he passes from lawyer to leader in the struggle for a new birth of freedom.
shoe lacings.” “Now, that,” said Henry, “is some motherfuckin’ money.” “No,” said Volpicelli. “That is a revolution, the biggest grab at federal control since the Civil War. It’s the reason that David Bruce will do anything to destroy Milbury. Why do you think Milbury came to Washington last night, when he should have stayed at home to campaign?” “Because the Congressional session starts on Monday,” said Peter. “Because the American Retail Sales Association underwrote that event at the
pocket and gripped the pistol. McNealy noticed and said, “Are you loaded?” “You didn’t think I’d come out here with nothing but a book to defend myself.” “I figured the gun would make you feel better. But that’s a rare-caliber ball, thirty-one. Hard to get unless you know where to look.” “Not impossible,” said Halsey. “Even if you weren’t loaded, you’d say you were.” McNealy extended his hand. “Now, let’s have the ledger. I don’t want to stand over this stinkin’ canal all night.” Halsey
to their game, as if the rules could be relaxed now that the war was over. Halsey could not relax. After all he had been through, he did not think he had any more nerves left, but his heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry. He had lost his ticket in the fight. Unlike his folding money, which did not run, the ticket had been soaked through and ruined. He peered in at the center entrance, where the ticket taker was still seated. How would he get in? Just then, a familiar figure stepped out of
hear things.” And for the second time that morning, Halsey said, “Things?” “Discussions between the president and Stanton. What are they planning? What provisions of the Constitution will they trample next? How far will Lincoln push for Niggerocracy?” Wood gave a disgusted laugh. “After the bill he signed yesterday, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s planning to free every nigger in the country.” And for the third time that morning, Halsey thought, If you only knew. “General emancipation”—Wood
trust him because I have looked in his eyes,” Mother had said. “He won’t get us in trouble because he’s in too deep himself.” Hallelujah, the oldest brother, nearly as big as Jubilo and more practical than Zion, had said, “This man ain’t workin’ with us, ’less he work the hole.” “He’ll work the hole.” Mother Freedom had raised her chin as regally as a queen giving a decree. “He’ll be the new ’prentice hole man … if that meet with his approval.” “It does,” Halsey had answered. After a short