EL PASO SUNRISE

& EL PASO SUNSET

by Louis Bodnar

Publisher: Morgan James Fiction

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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CHAPTER ONE, PART ONE FROM

EL PASO SUNSET

BY LOUIS BODNAR

She was parked on the corner of Wilmot and Parkland Street in the west El Paso Walmart Supercenter parking lot. It was packed with almost a thousand cars of all shapes, sizes, and colors, but the majority were white, the norm in El Paso as citizens sought that color’s protection against the burning sun.

It was early afternoon in the unusually hot late December day. People were coming and going, shopping for New Year’s Day festivities and imminent football-watching parties.

Her targets were in a neighborhood three blocks away. She had scouted the home and the neighborhood near Coronado High School several times in the evenings. She was ready to carry out her assignment as a professional who did all her jobs very well. She enjoyed her work immensely and derived great satisfaction from it. She was a killer.

She was in a nondescript white Nissan Sentra with darkly tinted windows, gray interior, its engine idling, and the air conditioning on full blast—right in the middle of the parking lot next to cars almost identical to hers. She glanced at the car’s digital clock. 1:10 p.m. It was time. She had allotted one hour for her job. She was a very thorough professional.

She turned off the engine, stepped out of the car, locked the doors, and started walking toward Wilmot Street.

She could have easily passed for a high school senior. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore mirror-dark black sunglasses, their large lenses hiding most of her face, and a Dallas Cowboys hat. With no makeup on except for lip gloss, she was gorgeous. She wore a Coronado High School Thunderbird football jersey, sweatpants, and black Nike running shoes. A 9mm Beretta M9 semiautomatic, with silencer, was tucked against the small of her back on a belt, hidden by the jersey.

She also had a North Face backpack containing a nylon face mask, lip gloss, surgical gloves, and two extra clips of ammo. She was ready and getting a little excited as she always did before an assignment.

The sun was straight up in the sky, brilliant and white hot. Its glare made it hard to see in the burning haze.

She slowly walked across the parking lot, passing cars radiating and reflecting the sun. She couldn’t ignore the acrid smell of hot asphalt and gasoline. She seemed to be walking in a sun-city hell until she reached Wilmot Street. Looking both ways, she saw no cars coming, so she walked across to Parkland Street. She walked slowly to the right and continued down the block. All appeared deserted except for an occasional tricycle or other toys in the driveways. No one was braving the oppressive midday heat.

These streets had large, well-kept homes with long driveways and sprawling, landscaped lawns filled with desert plants, succulents, and silvery rock, which was, again, the norm in El Paso. Mesquite and acacia trees, plentiful all-around, gave shady respite from the searing sun.

The homes were large, mostly white and gray stucco with large windows, many with boxlike sun-reflecting awnings. Spanish modern architecture was prevalent in this expensive and ostentatious part of west El Paso.

She casually turned up on Vista del Sol and walked to number 1055, her final destination. She stopped and looked all around, turning slowly and scanning the nearby homes and the entire neighborhood. She checked the mailbox, opening it with the back of her hand. The mail had apparently been delivered as the box had a few envelopes. As she closed it back again the same way, she looked across the street. All window blinds were down. She could see the heat rising from the rooftops, the sun still blinding. She shaded her eyes to check again: all deserted, all garage doors down. She was completely alone.

She followed the cement walkway to the side of the house, took out the gloves from the backpack, put them on, and went through the gate to the backyard. As she closed the rough, cedar gate behind her, she noticed the backyard was completely surrounded by an eight-foot privacy wooden fence.

The backyard was large and ran the entire length of the house. It had two large, old elm trees that canopied most of the yard, lowering the temperature by twenty degrees at least. The landscaping was exquisite, with brick flower beds full of succulents and cacti, all professionally arranged. A huge rainbow playset sat between the trees. With its plastic slides and swings and a wooden playhouse on top, she thought it was probably very expensive.

The patio was to the right and was covered with a huge Sunshade retractable awning. She also noticed a massive built-in barbeque grill, two tables, chairs, two chaise lounges, and a small, plastic kiddie pool half full of water.

She walked to the glass patio doors, which had heavy, light tan curtains drawn, and tried the sliding glass door. It was unlocked, so she slid it open. All was dark and cool inside. She stepped in and was shrouded by the curtain. She stood behind it and waited. She knew no one was home. After a few seconds, she backed to an opening and was inside the family den.

She took out the sheer nylon mask, hesitated a moment, then put it back in the backpack. I won’t be needing a mask, she thought and smiled. She walked into the kitchen. Getting a glass from a cabinet, she filled it with water from the dispenser on the fridge, opened the door, got out a pear, and sat down on a bar stool. She took out the Beretta, tightened the screw-on silencer, chambered a round, put the weapon on the counter, took a drink, bit into the pear, and chewed as she waited.

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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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