Chapter 43The gang sat in a corner of the Barrel Bar on Pennsylvania Avenue, frozen in shock, stunned by the horrific sight on the screen in front of them. Charlie took the sobbing Alice in her arms as Luke, who was standing up beside them, yelled across the room, ‘Guys! The President’s making another speech!’
‘Our President?’
He’s dead, Luke,’ Fuzzy Bear uttered, gazing up into Luke’s eyes. ‘I know that! Watch! Now!’
The television cut to a grainy shot of Adam Sukova, seated facing the camera at a leather-topped mahogany desk. Behind him, through the windows of the Solarium – his favourite room in the presidential private quarters – could be seen the fountain at the far end of the South Lawn.
For people throughout America and across the world, it was an unimaginably harrowing sight –
