Pub Date: September 24th, 2019 | January 5th, 2021
Pages: 292 | 238
Categories: Thriller / Terrorism / Conspiracy
El Paso Sunrise
From a Constitutional Republic to a Marxist Dictatorship led by a Muslim President in a Second American Civil War
"Kill him," the gravelly voice said on the speaker to the cream of the Russian and Muslim terrorist assassination squad infiltrating America from Canada and on their way to El Paso to kill lawyer Steven Vandorol. Steven was leading the Texas prosecution of Federal government corruption and with national implications before the fall presidential election.
El Paso Sunrise is the first of two stand-alone novels that together tell a grand story of love, passion, intense hate, violence and horror all brought keenly alive against the intentional radical transformation of America in a Second American Civil War by progressives, Muslim radicals and the American Left from a Constitutional Republic. It is also a portrayal of a future with the literal choking of Canada, Great Britain, Europe, the Middle East, particularly the sovereign State of Israel by Islamist radicals, ISIL, Hezbollah, Hamas and the spreading cancerous malignancy of a worldwide Muslim Caliphate.
Steven Vandorol had it all but lost everything when he fell hard from grace in the ultra-rich Sunbelt. Escaping to Washington, D.C., he found himself embroiled in evil, corruption, sexual obsession and addiction but, confronting his own demons, found peace and serenity in El Paso.
Then stunning Vanessa Carson, Steven's attorney friend and confidant amid the evil of D.C. brings her sunshine smile back into his life in El Paso and together as one, face their worst nightmares or rape, kidnapping and murder during the ultimate crises of a second American civil war started by powerful forces and only Steven and Vanessa stand in their way . . .
While El Paso Sunrise is a graphic story of evil in this world, it is also a timeless love story about goodness, faith, grace and friendship blossoming during a national emergency -- a clarion call to the world to remember what truly matters -- asking the question . . .
Can Steven force his own country and government to face their own demons before it's too late?
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El Paso Sunset
Within El Paso Sunset, Steven and his friend, Vanessa Carson, face their worst nightmare of rape, kidnapping, and murder during the ultimate crisis of a Second American Civil War started by dark, sinister, and shadowy forces and only Steven and Vanessa stand in the way. El Paso Sunset is the second and continuation of two stand-alone novels that together make a story of love, passion, obsession, intense hate, pure evil, violence, and horror, all brought keenly alive against the panorama of the radical transformation of the great American Constitutional Republic.
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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 16 OF
EL PASO SUNRISE
BY LOUIS BODNAR
Exactly
twenty-six miles away, Canadian Mounted Police Sergeant Trevor Collington and
Constable Jack Ryan, both of the D Division-Manitoba, had just replaced the day
shift of the Manitoba-United States border checkpoint that was on Canada
Highway 83 South turning into US Interstate 83 (I-83 South), some 150 miles
from Carrington, North Dakota.
Mountie
Sergeant Collington was manning the glassed-in booth at the median while
Constable Ryan slept inside the border checkpoint house to the right of the
median booth. The entire checkpoint, the road just two lanes heading north and
south, was brightly lit by numerous sodium-vapor lights to almost daylight. The
border crossing checkpoint was located in a two-acre clearing in the dense
forest among a tall canopy of Jack pine and blue spruce trees. A light snow was
just starting to fall, the air cool and crisp. He would be relieved by Constable
Ryan promptly at four am.
It
was one fifty am, Thursday, September 3, 2015.
Snow is a little unusual for early
September, thought Collington as he poured himself another cup
of coffee from his multicolored thermos his daughter had given him last Christmas
and said out loud, “Just love the Jack pine smell,” as it reminded him of
Christmastime with his family. He had light classical music playing on his cell
phone and was reading a David Morrell thriller. He was really looking forward
to going home to be with his family as he had just been reassigned and promoted
from border checkpoint duty to his all-time dream job of fully horse-mounted
border patrol work at an over 100-square-mile area of horse trails in dense
forest.
Tonight,
and in honor of his promotion, he was wearing a full horse-mounted uniform
rather than his usual boring everyday gray shirt and dark-blue tie. He glanced
at his own reflection in the bulletproof glass and thought, I look rather smart this eve in my brand-new
uniform! He admired his flat-brimmed Stetson hat with dark-brown leather
band, red Serge tunic with epaulettes, and Sam Browne cross belts and gun belt
with his Smith & Wesson Model 5946 service pistol with Hogue grip. He
especially liked the rest of his riding outfit with dark-blue riding jodhpurs
with yellow stripes down both legs after British cavalry tradition, completed
by high riding boots and long-shank nickel spurs. He thought of his dear wife
and said out loud, “She thinks I’m very handsome in my tunic and especially
likes the epaulettes,” and smiled at his own reflection.
“Hello!”
Sergeant Collington said, looking out into the night as he took a sip of his
coffee. Bright headlights on the road coming from America about two miles away,
he guessed. He looked at his cell: one thirty am. “What’s this?” It was most
unusual for cars to come through this late at night in this very lightly
traveled border checkpoint.
The
headlights dimmed as the vehicle approached about a mile out and slowed to ease
into the checkpoint lane yards away from his booth as Collington watched the
car approaching.
It
was a four-door white Honda Civic, Nevada license plate UZ 3242, which he
jotted down in his day logbook, and had tinted windows so he couldn’t see the
driver, or passengers, as it came into the brightly lit clearing and slowly
rolled to his window.
Sergeant
Collington raised his left side window to the outside just as the driver’s side
window was lowering.
“May
I help…er…you, ma’am,” Sergeant Collington stammered and thought, She is absolutely gorgeous, as he looked
down to a woman driving.
She
had long, shining blond hair, large blue eyes, long eyelashes, perfect
eyebrows, and a very bright smile as she looked up at him. She was wearing a
low-cut blouse, open at the neck revealing marvelous cleavage of ample breasts.
“I’m
on the way to visit my mom in Melita,” she said, turning serious. “She’s really
sick, and I’ve been driving from Las Vegas airport for the last twenty hours.”
She was tearing up and shivered.
“Would
you like some hot coffee, ma’am?” Sergeant Collington asked, staring at this
gorgeous woman. “I’ll make some fresh if you would just park over by the
house.” He pointed to the house on her right.
“Why,
that’s so sweet of you, Officer…” She was smiling again.
“Sergeant
Collington, ma’am,” he stammered again, smitten by this very beautiful
creature.
“Okay,”
she said and started in reverse. Sergeant Collington was looking down at her
breasts smiling when, in a sudden flowing move, the woman pointed a 9mm
silenced Beretta and—pop, pop—shot him in the face.
She
calmly put the car in park, left the engine on, stepped through the glass
booth’s door, and shot him in the back of his head again…stepped over Sergeant
Collington’s body and pressed a button on the panel, ducked down, and waited.
In
a few minutes, the lights in the house went on and the door opened. “Hey,
Trevor, it’s not four o’clock yet…what’s up?” said the man coming out.
The
woman raised up, fired twice again—pop, pop—and hit him right in the forehead.
He was dead before he crumpled to the ground.
She closed the window and
locked it. Stepped over dead Sergeant Collington again, opened the door,
flicked the lock, and slammed the door shut behind her. Calmly walked over to
the dead man outside. Pop, pop…fired two more shots into his heart, put the gun
in the back waist of her jeans, and with some effort dragged the dead man back
into the house. Again locked the door from the inside, slamming the door behind
her, and walked back to her car. Pulled out the Beretta again, aimed, and pop,
pop, pop, pop…shot out all four camera monitors, emptying the gun. She backed
the Civic out of the checkpoint, turned around, and went back to the United
States, leaving a previously manned US-Canada border checkpoint completely
unmanned.
Louis Bodnar is a retired attorney currently living in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, with his wife Joan. As a naturalized American citizen, he was born in Vilshofen, Germany, immigrated to Brazil with his mother and brother, and came to America in 1958.
He was educated in the United States in Oklahoma, receiving an undergraduate degree from Oklahoma State University, a Juris Doctorate from the University of Oklahoma, and was a candidate for an LLM in International and Comparative Law at Georgetown University Law Center in Washington, D.C.
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