She left the bedroom and went straight to the private dining room where her husband Edward was chatting to her children William and Annabel. Florentyna kissed all three of them before they sat down to breakfast. After years of great sacrifice and deep personal tragedy, Florentyna Kane’s has finally become the first woman president in America. But on the very day that she is sworn into office, powerful forces are already in motion to take her life. The FBI investigates thousands of false threats every year. This time, a reliable source has tipped them off about an assassination attempt. One hour later, the informant and all but one of the investigating agents are dead. The lone survivor: FBI Special Agent Mark Andrews. Now, only he knows when the killers will strike. But how can he alone unravel a ruthless conspiracy–in less than one week? The race to save the first woman president begins now… Shall We Tell the President? by Jeffrey Archer – eBook Details Florentyna raised her head. "And so I say to you, my fellow citizens, let the end of this century be an era in which the United States leads the world in justice as well as in power, in care as well as enterprise, an era in which the United States declares war—war on disease, war on discrimination, and war on poverty." The President and her husband waved to the smiling eyes and only sensed by experience and professional instinct that fifty people were not looking toward them.

Marc Andrews is on his own to find out who wants the president dead. Time is running out as he tries to eliminate the suspects.The suspense builds as the danger closes in on him. Shall We Tell the President? is a 1977 novel by English author Jeffrey Archer. A revised edition was published in 1986. They approached the Capitol and Edward interrupted the President’s reverie. ‘May God be with you, darling.’ She smiled and gripped his hand. The six cars came to a stop.For a lot of people this is long overdue but there are a few powerful and wealthy people whose empires will crumble should this happen. Having tried everything they can think of legally, and failed, these powerful people have turned to the final solution, the President has to be taken care of, permanently. Richard never did hear that speech, the one Newsweek described as a launching pad for the Presidency—because by the time she had reached the hospital he was dead. Edward liked that part of the speech. It expressed so well his own feelings. He had wondered, though, whether the audience would respond with the same enthusiasm as they had greeted Florentyna's flights of rhetoric in the past. The thunderous applause assaulting his ears in wave after wave reassured him. The magic was still working. The prominent people shot to death were deemed to have sacrificed their lives. No they hadn't, they were murdered.

I do not have to answer these doubts in my own words. ‘No man is an island,' John Donne wrote more than three and a half centuries ago. ‘Every man is a piece of the continent.' The United States stretches from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from the Arctic to the Equator. ‘I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.'" I do not have to answer these doubts in my own words. “No man is an island,” John Donne wrote more than three and a half centuries ago. “Every man is a piece of the continent.” The United States stretches from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from the Arctic to the Equator. “I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” ’ I’ll be working on my papers until eleven,’ she told him. He nodded and left to prepare himself for the day ahead. When she rose that morning, Florentyna wasted no time in selecting a blue dress from her wardrobe. She pinned on the tiny brooch her first husband, Richard, had given her just before he had died.The President's press secretary shuddered, for she knew only too well that the battle in the House over the next two years was likely to be every bit as vicious and hard-fought as the Civil War Lincoln had faced. So many people still regarded the possession of arms as their inalienable birthright. She only prayed that it all would not end the same way, as a House Divided. Der Abschlussband der Kain und Abel Trilogie dreht sich um ein den FBI-Agenten Mark Andrews. Dieser erfährt von einem Anschlag auf die Präsidentin Florentyna Kane. Wird es ihm gelingen die Schuldigen zu finden und das Attentat zu verhindern? Florentyna raised her head. ‘And so I say to you, my fellow citizens, let the end of this century be an era in which the United States leads the world in justice as well as in power, in care as well as enterprise, an era in which the United States declares war – war on disease, war on discrimination, and war on poverty.’ When the three-hour-long parade was finally over and the last float had disappeared down the avenue, Janet Brown, Florentyna Kane’s Chief of Staff, leaned over and asked the President what she would like to do between now and the first Inaugural Ball.

The sixteen-minute speech had been interrupted by applause on ten occasions. But as the nation’s Chief Executive turned from the microphone, now assured that the crowd was with her, her eyes were no longer on the cheering mass. She scanned the dignitaries on the platform for the one person she wanted to see. She walked over to her husband, kissed him on the cheek, and then took his arm before they were accompanied from the platform by the briskly efficient usher. So here I was, thinking I was reading a book written in 1977 and thinking what a wonderful political gamer Archer was with some of the events he thought might happen in the near future. Then the prognostications went a step too far--too close to events that actually happened in the early 1980; this book just could not have been written in 1977. I was not reading the 1977 version that I read and loved so many years ago and still have on my bookshelf--and the version that I thought I was buying because honestly, it has been so long since I read the book that I could not remember who the President was in that version.

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Janet Brown passed her a sheaf of three-by-five index cards, stapled together, as she had done for fifteen years since she joined her staff when Florentyna had first been elected to Congress. They summarised the President’s hour-by-hour schedule; there was rather less on them than usual. Florentyna glanced over the cards, and thanked her Chief of Staff. Edward Winchester appeared at the door. He smiled as he always did, with a mixture of love and admiration, when she turned towards him. She had never once regretted her almost impulsive decision to marry him after the eighteenth hole on that extraordinary day she was told of President Parkin’s death, and she felt for certain that Richard would have approved. At home, we will create a medical service that will be the envy of the free world. It will allow all citizens an equal opportunity for the finest medical advice and help. No American must be allowed to die because he cannot afford to live.’ The core plot is OK. Apparently some details have been updated for this version. Could it have been all the product placements ? The way the names and details are fired out without pause and are very hard to follow. The FBI investigates thousands of false threats every year. This time, a reliable source has tipped them off about an assassination attempt. One hour later, the informant and all but one of the investigating agents are dead. The lone survivor: FBI Special Agent Mark Andrews. Now, only he knows when the killers will strike. But how can he alone unravel a ruthless conspiracy—in less than one week? The race to save the first woman president begins now…