Book : Dragonfire (an Alex Hawke Novel) - Bell, Ted

-Titulo Original : Dragonfire (an Alex Hawke Novel)

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Berkley

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Alex Hawke, British lord and gentleman spy, is looking for the Queens missing grandson, whose disappearance may be the culmination of a century-old plot in this breathtaking new adventure from New York Times bestselling novelist Ted Bell.December 8, 1941, Washington, D.C.The new Chinese ambassador to the United States, Tiger Tang, meets with President Roosevelt one day after the attack on Pearl Harbor. For the next four years, China and the U.S. will be wartime allies, but the charming, sophisticated ambassador may be playing his own treacherous game.Today, the BahamasAlex Hawke is recovering from serious injuries incurred during a battle with a malevolent enemy. His recuperation is interrupted by a desperate call from the Queen. Her favorite grandson has disappeared in the Bahamas. Lord Hawke is the only man she trusts with a mission this sensitive. All she knows is that the young prince was last seen at the exclusive resort the Dragonfire Club, owned by the nefarious Tang brothers, grandsons of Ambassador Tiger Tang. About the Author Ted Bell is the former chairman of the board and creative director of Young & Rubicam, one of the worlds largest advertising agencies. He is the New York Times bestselling author of the Alex Hawke series as well as the YA adventure novels Nick of Time and The Time Pirate. He has recently been writer-in-residence at Cambridge University (UK) and visiting scholar at the Department of Politics and International Relations. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 Washington, D.C. December 6, 1941 A very good morning to you, gentlemen! President Franklin Delano Roosevelt said, appearing in the White House cabinet room all hale and hearty. The president then lit a cigarette and fixed it into a tortoiseshell holder and placed it in his mouth at the jaunty angle that the press liked so much. The act served as a signal for everyone to light up as well. Missy LeHand, the presidents secretary and the woman closest to him on the White House staff, handed round the coffee. Then Roosevelt got right down to cases. Winston Churchill wanted a face-to-face meeting with him as soon as humanly possible. Harry Hopkins had passed on the message and urged FDR to agree to such a meeting. The president sensed a ripple of unease among the cabinet members, including a deep frown on the face of Secretary of State, Cordell Hull. Old Hopkins had gotten his way again, jamming up the cabinet members diplomatic channels with his own private agenda. FDR was well aware that his cabinet resented Hopkins, but then so did all the other politicians in town. He also knew that every man in front of him, on this cold and sunny Saturday morning, was engaged in some sort of feud or other with their own deputies or rivals. He could step in at any time and replace any one of them. And they damn well knew it! So they could listen to what Harry was reporting back and advise their president on what he should do. He cleared his throat loudly and said, Well, gentlemen, what do you think? One by one, they spoke in turn. Cordell Hulls cautious view was reinforced by an even more negative reaction from Ickes. He said, What would America gain from such a public meeting, one which would be feted by the British press and interpreted as just one more step down the road to war? Lindbergh and all the other isolationists would absolutely crucify this administration. Ill tell you that much, Mr. President! Even Knox, who was the most pro-British, came out against such a meeting. He said, The merest suggestion that the president was going to such a meeting would only strengthen the isolationist case and swing public opinion further behind them. When wrapping up a discussion, Roosevelt always made sure that everyone had had their say. He listened carefully to the balance of the men in the room. Well, does anyone have anything else to add? I certainly do, Mr. President, Cor