The President’s Daughter
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First published in Great Britain by Michael Joseph 1997
Copyright © Harry Patterson 1997
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Source ISBN: 9780008124847
Ebook Edition © May 2015 ISBN: 9780007352319
Version: 2015-04-01
In fond memory of my dear friend George Coleman
Contents
LONDON SICILY CORFU EASTERN MEDITERRANEAN 1997
EASTERN MEDITERRANEAN SICILY LONDON WASHINGTON
IRELAND LONDON FRANCE EASTERN MEDITERRANEAN
Jake Cazalet was twenty-six years old when it happened, the incident that was to have such a profound effect on the rest of his life.
His family were Boston Brahmins, well respected, his mother hugely wealthy, his father a successful attorney and senator, which meant that the law seemed the natural way to go for young Jake. Harvard and the privileged life, and as a college student, it was possible to avoid the draft and Vietnam seemed far away.
And Jake did well, a brilliant student who got an excellent degree and moved on to Harvard Law School with enormous success. A great future was predicted, he started on a doctorate, and then a strange thing happened.
For some time, he had been disturbed by the scenes from Vietnam, the way he saw that brutal war portrayed on television each night. Sometimes it seemed like a vision from hell. A sea-change took place as he contrasted his comfortable life with what life seemed like over there. The