Balance of Power
Richard North Patterson
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An epic story that moves with force, passion, and authority, Balance of Power begins when President Kerry Kilcannon and television journalist Lara Costello at last decide to marry. But the momentous occasion is followed by an unspeakable tragedy—a massacre of innocents by gunfire—that ignites a high-stakes game of politics and legal maneuvering in the Senate, the courtroom, and across the country, which the charismatic but untested young President is determined to win at any cost. But in the incendiary clash over gun violence and gun rights, the cost to both Kilcannons may be even higher than he imagined.
answered succinctly. “I'm replacing the gun immunity provision in the current bill with language providing that none of its protections apply to lawsuits involving guns. I'll expect you to support that.” Dismay crept into Calvo's eyes. “There's the SSA, Mr. President.” Kerry shrugged. “The SSA got greedy, and piggybacked on your bill. That's intolerable to me.” Somber, Calvo weighed his choices. At length, he responded. “I can't give you an answer on my own. Not about this.” “Of course not.
for the nature of his questions and the utter lack of deference with which he posed them. But Kilcannon gave no sign of noticing. In an even tone, he answered, “Joan and Marie were living under monstrous conditions. I didn't ‘see fit' to frighten her into staying.” Nolan gave him a quizzical look. “So you decided to assume the risk for her?” With a long, deliberate silence, Kilcannon studied him. Softly, he answered, “I didn't think there was any risk to me, Mr. Nolan. If there were, and Marie
PRESIDENT RESPONDED. His first call was to Jeannie Griswold, the Attorney General of Michigan, promising as much support, funding, and campaign assistance as she needed to unseat Jack Slezak in the primary. After thank-you calls to Vic Coletti and Cassie Rollins, he gathered Clayton and his congressional relations team to determine the best course for sustaining his intended veto of the Civil Justice Reform Act. Once vetoed, the bill would return to the House of Representatives and, should it
Charles Dane found her watching CNN. “What is it?” he demanded sharply. “Sarah Dash. She just told the judge to go fuck himself.” Filled with foreboding, Dane mentally replayed the phone call from Harrison Fancher, the sleepless night which followed—spent alone because Dane could confess his involvement to no one—spinning calculations about how to keep the lid on Callister. The best plan he could construct was to make sure Fasano shut down the lawsuit in the Senate, do everything possible to
than the gun fanatics do. “I'm not going to tour the country with home movies of my mother, Marie and Joanie. They're dead, dammit—there's nothing I can do for them. But there are thousands of living people out there who've lost someone they love to guns. “I know this can't be Lara Costello's traveling memorial service.” Her tone was low and determined. “If I go out and do this, it will be with other men and women who are looking for a way to keep some other husband, wife or parent from