The President's Daughter (Sean Dillon)
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Twenty years after his affair with a beautiful Frenchwoman in Vietnam, Jake Cazalet finds out he has a daughter. He must keep it a secret--but years later, when he is President of the United States, someone discovers the truth.
Ans when his only child is kidnapped by a terrorist group, he must count on British operative Sean Dillon and FBI agent Blake Johnson to find her.
swallowed. ‘Your husband?’ ‘Yes. Captain Jean de Brissac of the French Foreign Legion. He was in the Katum area with a United Nations fact-finding mission three months ago. There were twenty of them.’ What a strange sensation. Sorrow, sympathy … was that almost relief? ‘I remember hearing that,’ he said slowly. ‘Weren’t they all …?’ ‘Yes,’ she said quietly. ‘Caught in an attack. The Viet Cong used hand grenades. The bodies were not recognizable, but I found my husband’s bloodstained field
remember that, and the smell of her perfume. And how they talked. He could never recall having such a conversation with anyone in his life. She wanted to know everything. They had a second bottle of champagne, and ice-cream and coffee. He gave her another cigarette and sat back. ‘We shouldn’t be here. We should be up there in the mud.’ A shadow crossed her face. ‘Like Jean?’ ‘I’m sorry.’ He was instantly contrite and reached for her hand. She smiled. ‘No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I
she would be.’ He looked down at her with enormous tenderness. ‘You know, I think I never stopped loving you, Jacqueline,’ he said. ‘If only …’ Hush,’ she said, putting her fingers to his lips. ‘I know, Jake, I know. But we can be happy with what we have.’ She smiled. ‘Now, let’s put some life into those feet, Senator!’ He never saw her again. The years rolled on, his wife finally died from the leukaemia that had plagued her for years, and it was a chance meeting with the French ambassador at
fifteen-second announcement on London local television of how he met his death.’ The cruelty was devastating, but what came next was worse. ‘You’ll need a new boyfriend for your London trips.’ Was there anything the bastard didn’t know? Rocard mumbled, ‘What can I do?’ ‘Nothing. If I need you, I’ll phone. Three days, Rocard, only three days to go.’ He switched off and Rocard stood there, clutching the mobile, thinking of Paul Berger, and there were tears in his eyes. When Teddy went into
a shower of bubbles. Aleko grabbed the bar at the stern and switched on, moving away smoothly. He returned and offered it to Dillon, who took over and circled the boat. He switched off and came up beside the inflatable. ‘What are you suggesting?’ ‘Let’s say you and Mr Johnson ride in the inflatable and I guide the Aquamobile in and tow you.’ Dillon nodded. ‘It’s a thought, but it might be too heavy.’ ‘Well, we’ll see.’ Aleko looked up at Blake.‘Join Yanni in the inflatable, Mr Johnson, and