1 Law 4 All - Gator

Billy Angel

Description

Our '1 Law 4 All' gang is dragged into a complex multinational, election fraud scheme. The gang's client champions fair and free elections. The battle lines are drawn. The political windmills established. The 1 Law 4 All Foundation teams with a voter justice group to ensure no tampering with the coming national election, especially in Florida, gator country.

We begin with a small group of wealthy progressives. Their influence finds two corrupt congressional representatives swindling the American public for personal gain. The story's deception rides a trail through the Russian mafia in Moscow, Brooklyn and Atlanta. They involve the daughter of made, East Coast mobster and his brother. Follow the friction and jaw-dropping revelations between two international gangster groups.

If this innovative technologically superior voter fraud scheme succeeds it will upset the world's order forever. The 'Club' concocts the most intricate, ingenious voter fraud scheme in U.S. history. Imagine waking one morning realizing that an unsettling fraudulent election turned the country's future over to a small group of international progressive Marxists.

Within Angel's creativity - solving, investigating and exposing 'political windmills' produces enjoyable reading. From the serious to the comical situations, the reader's in for a rollercoaster of reading enjoyment. Even Gator's insights into the dark side of human nature will tickle your funny bone while giving you some political hope for the nation's future.

Sujets

• Elections
• Campaigns
• Political Process
• Political Science

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 11 septembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456635466
• Langue: English

Extrait

1 LAW 4 ALL - Gator
 
By
Billy Angel
 
1 Law 4 All - Gator
 
By Billy Angel
 
Copyright 2020 Billy Angel,
All rights reserved.
 
Sunset Angel Productions, LLC
Aptos, CA 95003
[e-mail]
www.sapllc.us
 
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
http://www.eBookIt.com
 
 
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3547-3 (Paperback)
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3546-6 (Ebook)
 
 
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
 
Disclaimer
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All brand names and product names used in the book are trademarks, registered trademarks, or trade names of their respective holders.
Acknowledgements
 
Inspiration for this book and my ‘1 Law 4 All’ series can be traced to one source, talk radio. Several noted radio hosts, especially Mr. Rush Limbaugh, have encouraged listeners to get involved in our political process. This is my third contribution to fighting political corruption. 1 Law 4 All and 1 Law 4 All – Vegas are my first two political novels.
 
I want to thank my family for their support and contributions. Roberta and Cindy, my proof readers, helped so much. Kate and Janena stirred my imagination with many an idea for Gator’s plot.
 
Thanks to everyone for all the encouragement and enthusiasm for this Gator project.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Epilogue
 
Chapter 1
Beach Walk
A tall, beautiful Dominica drifted lazily along Indian Rocks Beach barefooted collecting shells and sea glass. Puffy clouds built overhead on this warm, partly sunny, spring day. The humid Gulf air breezed through her long, wavy brunette hair. Dominica liked that the humidity added spring to her waves. This morning’s ‘vortex’ walk cleared her mind of coming wedding matters. Searching the beach for sea trinkets to decorate her and Juan’s new home entertained and delighted her thoughts.
A new gator tattoo had the healing itch inside her right thigh. She and her cousin, Anne Bianca, or Annie, celebrated Dominica’s engagement a week earlier by getting matching tattoos. Dominica and Annie were cousins and best friends. They graduated from Providence College together. Today, Annie was driving north from Sarasota to south Tampa. They had lunch planned. Dominica walked towards her car thinking a Cobb salad would top off what had so far been a very relaxing morning.
A tall, muscular man wearing a Marlins baseball cap approached from behind her along the water’s edge. He abruptly angled in Dominica’s direction and began walking next to her. Dominica attracted unwanted attention even when she covered her bikini clad, five foot, eight inch lean, tan frame with plain cover-ups. Today, she wore a light blue, knee length sleeveless cotton tunic.
She glanced at the muscular man. He seemed harmless except for his five foot, ten inch, muscle-bound frame. Her dad was a big guy and could look really scary at times, especially when angry. She flashed back to his most scary moment. When Dom was three years old, she spit at him when he asked her to pick her clothes off her bedroom floor. He grabbed a handful of the front of her t-shirt, pulled her nose to nose and simply said in a terrifying voice, ‘Never do that again.’ She never spit at him again.
Dom noticed the man’s dark tattooed forearms accentuated by his short-sleeve bright yellow polo shirt. His tan shorts made him look like the average beachcomber. She moved further inland, away from this spaceater.
She perceived a short, stocky woman on her opposite side making a bee-line in her direction. Mr. muscles saw Dom’s head turned away from him and he swiftly closed in on her from the ocean’s side. She stopped to scan left then right with a frown on her face. Turning quickly in their direction, putting them both in front of her, she boisterously asked “Can I help you?”
The stocky woman smiled and moved quickly at her. She stuck a 38 Smith & Wesson Special into Dominica’s side. “Start walking,” the woman hissed.
The man said in a thick Russian accent, “We not here for hurt you. You must come with us, no fusses.”
Dominica looked around for help or a way to escape. She had experiences with big rough people in her life. Her father had a few scary looking friends, so she didn’t panic. She scanned the empty beach for help. Seeing no one, she began to walk towards the frontage road with them behind. She demanded, “What’s this about?”
Without speaking, they kept on walking to Dominica’s Arctic Silver, Porsche Carrera. The woman said, “Give me car keys and phone.” Dominica faltered, realizing these two were foreigners, and then acquiesce. That didn’t matter, she was growing madder by the second. She watched as the stocky woman opened her car door, threw her phone and keys onto the driver’s seat. “Hey,” she protested! “Someone might come along and steal my car.” She reached for the car door trying to stall thinking about an escape move. She thought about running towards the basketball court down the street where young men were playing their morning pickup game.
As she was about to make a move, the muscular man pushed Dominica towards a dark, Ford SUV park across the street from the Porsche. A short skinny, pale man in his thirties opened the SUV’s back door. Dominica vacillated. The muscular man shoved her into the door’s opening. “Get in,” he commanded.
The woman stuck the gun on Dominica's side again. “Move,” she demanded. Dominica stepped into the SUV. The skinny man produced plastic zip ties and a black hood. He tied Dominica’s hands behind her and covered her head. “Relax,” he said as their vehicle pulled away from the side of the road. “Our orders are not to hurt you, if possible.” He emphasized the ‘if possible’.
They pulled away from the curb. Within a few minutes and after several turns she felt like they were cruising down a highway. Dominica wriggled and twisted to free herself. “Relax missy,” the skinny man said. “We have a long ride ahead of us.”
Through her hood she yelled at her abductors. “Do you know who I am? - I am Dominica Bianca!”
 
Chapter 2
 
Juan Oneca, a youthful Tampa attorney, looked up from his desk. He took off his glasses and began cleaning them. Right then Nancy, his petite paralegal secretary, opened his office door and announced two potential clients. Lucy McCann and Sean Jackson stood behind her. Juan observed the two casually dressed young adults in their early 30’s behind Nancy.
Juan noticed that Nancy balanced herself on her four-inch, pointed-toed pumps. Juan smiled asking Nancy, “New shoes?” Nancy worked hard on her new legal image.
Nancy was cloning herself into ‘Donna’ from the TV program ‘Suits’. Nancy’s blushing, pinkish face complimented her black slit-sleeve dress. She was making the adjustment from dressing down in jeans and sneakers to looking like a professional legal secretary. She answered, “Yes. Do you like the makeover?”
Juan nodded, grinned and welcomed Lucy and Sean. He shook their hands and walked them to the leather coach in the glass-walled corner of his office. The corner view overlooked a waterway lined with trails for bikers, joggers and dog walkers. This time of day the sun reflected off the river and danced as sparkling diamonds. Juan fought switching mental priorities from wedding preparations to being friendly and understanding towards his potential new clients.
His private cell phone’s ringtone sang Madonna’s ‘Material Girl’. He recognized the caller immediately as Carol. Juan excused himself saying, “Possible Foundation matter, sorry! Hopefully, this will only take a minute.” Lucy and Sean eye’s grinned at each other. They knew of Juan’s association with the ‘1 Law 4 All Foundation’. In fact, that was their reason for seeking his services.
Nancy set a silver tray on the glass coffee table supported by a family of bronze dolphins. The ice water pitcher and glasses dripped with condensation. Lucy said, “Thanks” and reached for the glass closest to her and a napkin for wiping the drips off the glass. She calmly sipped the water while Juan took Carol’s call.
Carol, one of Juan’s ‘1 Law 4 All’ partners bubbled through the phone. “How are the wedding plans coming? Kitiona and I can’t wait to get there. We have brainstormed the ball room’s ‘country love’ theme. Tell Dominica that every place setting will include silver bells with your pictures! We’ve been calling her all morning to tell her, but she’s not answering her phone