The First Counsel
Brad Meltzer
Language: English
Pages: 608
ISBN: 0446572187
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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.
Meet Shadow.
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.
give him a look. “Don’t you have a hobby or something you’re supposed to be working on?” “Hobby?” he asks with a laugh. “I work here.” I tighten the look. “Fine, fine, I’m out of your way.” Heading to the door, he adds, “Nice seeing you, Pam.” Cat’s out of the bag. She knows something’s up. “What was that about?” she asks. I wait for Trey to shut the door. With a slam, he’s gone. Here we go. CHAPTER 28 What’s going on?” Pam asks, standing in front of my desk. I’m not sure where to begin.
chance to be the bigshot. Lamb knew I’d lick up every last drop. Including Nora. That was the cherry on top. And the more I relied on him, the less likely it became that I’d search things out for myself. That’s all he needed. That’s all I had. Blind faith. Bent over, I’m still struggling to digest what’s running through my head. That’s why she brought me to see him. They gave me the list of suspects; I took it as fact. Without Vaughn, I never would’ve questioned it. There’s only one problem with
my eyes and pretend to hear every syllable. Trying to make it easier for her to breathe, I carefully lower her to the floor. “I-Is she okay?” a voice cries out. I slowly look up and my fists tighten. Straight ahead, all I see is Lawrence Lamb. Paralyzed, he’s still just standing there. His gun dangles from his fingertips. His mouth gapes open. Rooted in place, he looks devastated, like his whole world just evaporated. But the moment our eyes meet, his brow contorts in an angry furrow. “You
does that have to do with anything anyway?” “Nothing—nothing at all,” Adenauer says. “I’m just talking some current events with a White House employee. This isn’t even in my log as an interrogation.” Watching me carefully, he puts the picture of Vaughn away and shuts the folder. “Now let’s get back to your story. You were fighting with Caroline before you found the body?” “Yeah, she was—” I cut myself short. Son of a bitch. I never told Adenauer that Caroline and I were fighting. He’s walking
asks as I stand in front of her desk. “I don’t know, it was kinda like—” The ringing of her phone interrupts my thought. “Hold on a second,” she says, picking it up. “This is Pam. Yeah. No, I know. You’ll have it by next week. Great. Thanks.” She hangs up and looks back up at me. “I’m sorry—you were saying…” “It’s hard to describe. When Simon got there, I thou—” Once again, her phone interrupts. “Don’t worry—let it ring,” she tells me. I’m about to continue when I see her glance at the