CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
10:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
The Oval Office
The White House, Washington DC
“Where are you on all this?” Gerry the Shark said.
Jefferson Monroe gazed out at the window at the November version of the White House Rose Garden. Nothing, he imagined, like it would be come spring.
There was a terrible power in his hands—the power to destroy the current order and remake it in an entirely new way. What would the world look like after the total nuclear annihilation of the most populous country on Earth? Which way would the fallout blow? Would there be a nuclear winter? He had to admit that he didn’t know, nor had he thought to ask the generals.
What would life be like in the United States afterward?
It stood to reason that the Constitution would be suspended, and he
