River of Lies by James L’Etoile 
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River of Lies
A Detective Emily Hunter Mystery
Detective Emily Hunter must be the voice for the voiceless
The homeless camps spread throughout the city of Sacramento are a topic of heated debate among residents. They’re considered undesirable—a nuisance—an eyesore. But when the camps fall victim to a string of devastating arson attacks, Detective Emily Hunter and her partner, Javier Medina, dive into the investigation and become acquainted with the real people whose lives have been destroyed.
The attacks only begin to draw attention when two of the victims are identified as the city’s former anti-homeless mayor and a camp social worker—but rather than strengthening the push for justice, the movement to completely abolish the camps intensifies.
The investigation becomes politically charged when Emily discovers who stands to gain from burning the homeless out of their shelters. She struggles to balance the high-stakes investigation with caring for her Alzheimer’s-stricken mother, whose condition is rapidly deteriorating. The investigation uncovers an unlikely suspect and a reluctant witness standing between Emily and the shocking truth. Can Emily overcome resistance and her personal obstacles to halt the attacks?
Praise for RIVER OF LIES:
“[River of Lies has] everything that I love in a police procedural in spades: a smart and intuitive lead detective, an equally intuitive partner, and a high-stakes, ripped-from-the-headlines case that will challenge them both.” ~ Karen Dionne, USA Today best-selling author of The Marsh King’s Daughter
“River of Lies is a rich, gripping crime novel. L’Etoile writes with a deep understanding of both human nature and investigative procedure, a combination that keeps the pages flying past.” ~ Lou Berney, Edgar Award-winning author of Double Barrel Bluff
“River of Lies is a tour de force thriller . . . Brooding, heartfelt, and powerful.” ~ T. Jefferson Parker, New York Times best-selling author of Desperation Reef
“River of Lies is a masterful blend of political intrigue and personal drama, weaving elements of true-life crime into a twisty, page-turning and compelling plot—with a climax and denouement that will shock you to the core. Enthusiastically recommended.” ~ Baron Birtcher, award-winning author of Knife River
Book Details:
Genre: Police Procedural; Thriller
Published by: Oceanview Publishing
Publication Date: January 7, 2025
Number of Pages: 320
ISBN: 9781608095896 (ISBN10: 1608095894)
Series: A Detective Emily Hunter Mystery, 2
To purchase River of Lies, click any of the following links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads | Oceanview Publishing
Author Guest Post with James L’Etoile
A very important character …
Thanks for having me back on The Mystery of Writing. Always a blast to talk about all the creative bits and bobs that go into crafting a story. Character is, for me, one of the most important parts of the process. Without the right characters, the story falls flat.
River of Lies has a great cast of supporting characters who keep the action moving forward. We’re going to chat with Emily Hunter, the central character in this series. She relies upon—
*Crash. Sounds of a coffee cup falling from the counter*
Me: I better go find out what that was about. Emily might be having trouble with her coffee. You don’t want to see her without her caffeine fix.
Emily: Sorry about that. That cat snuck in and knocked my cup off the counter.
Me: What cat? I don’t have a cat.
Emily: Don’t start that with me. You know exactly the cat I’m talking about. The one who has been campin’ out in your home for the past ten years.
Me: Oh, her. Technically, she’s not my cat—
Emily: Don’t give me that technically bull. It was bad enough that you made excuses for why she was still hanging around your place. But then, you had the gall to write her in as a character in Face of Greed, and now again in River of Lies.
Me: Better you than me.
Emily: What was that?
Me: Never mind. Oh, here she is now.
*#NotMyCat hops on an empty chair*
#NotMyCat: Alright, fine, I’m here. You may begin. What’s she doing here?
Emily: Don’t give me that side eye. I’m the main character in River of Lies. This is about me and how I solve the mystery of who’s lighting deadly fires in the city’s homeless camps.
#NotMyCat: Oh, yawn. What everyone wants to know is if my appearance in Face of Greed and River of Lies is autobiographical? A cat’s rags to riches story.
Emily: By everyone, you mean the other strays who break in and steal food?
Me: Okay, now. Let’s put the claws away. So, #NotMyCat, what makes you think you’re the main character here?
#NotMyCat: It’s kinda obvious. I’m on the page when all the things happen. When my supporting character is in distress, I’m there to save the day. Then I’m rewarded with a feast and a nap. It’s every cat’s dream.
Emily: You sneak in, and I give you some kibble that I bought because I thought you were homeless. I felt sorry for you until I learned you lived three houses down. Speaking of, does Mrs. Rose know you got out again?
Me: That is almost autobiographical.
#NotMyCat: See. I’m adorable.
Me: Not exactly what I was going for. You are kinda threatening.
Emily: Oh, grow a backbone writer boy. Tell the fleabag here where to get off. This is a detective story, not a cozy with a cat on the cover.
#NotMyCat: Maybe it should be. After all, how long have you and your cop boyfriend been prowling around? Even your mother says you aren’t getting any younger, Emily. Does she know what you’ve been doing? And they say I’m the one with the morals of an alley cat.
Me: Now hold on, you two—
#NotMyCat: Have you told her? At your book events, readers ask for my autograph? Has anyone ever asked for hers?
Me: That’s not the same. It’s—
Emily: You do what? The cat gets to autograph books? My books?
#NotMyCat: People love me, what can I say? It’s burden I happily accept.
Emily: Tell me you don’t like, actually bring her to events? That would be too much.
#NotMyCat: You wanna tell her, or should I?
Emily: Tell me what?
Me: The cat doesn’t go to book events.
Emily: I should hope not. People would think you’ve lost your ever-loving mind.
Me: But she does have a stunt double who appears on her behalf. A stuffed black cat. People do ask to see her.
Emily: Do people think you’re off your rocker? I can’t believe you have her—that—showboating my book. It is the Detective Emily Hunter series still, isn’t it?
Me: I have gotten a few glances and a snide comment or two, like who’s the guy with the stuffed animal? People do like her. But, Emily, you have to admit, #NotMyCat is doing marketing for your book, right? She’s done a decent job of it, too.
#NotMyCat: Yeah, you hear that? I’m Beloved.
Me: I didn’t say that.
#NotMyCat: I heard what I heard.
Me: Like always.
Emily: Okay author boy, I get what you’re trying to do. I can tolerate her getting a mention or two in the book, but I have conditions. Fleabag doesn’t appear on the cover; she doesn’t get top billing in the title. And give Brian and me some “quiet time” together, would ya? Like mom says, I’m not getting any younger.
Me: I’ll see what I can do.
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Read an excerpt of River of Lies:
CHAPTER ONE
It would be easy to float away in the darkness and let the current pull her under, too. She’d thought about it several times before—in her “dark times,” as her ex-husband used to call them.
Lisa’s life hadn’t turned out the way she’d hoped. Abusive parents, a failed marriage, the booze—so much booze—all swirled together to set her on this path. Losing her apartment finally put her out here. Now this. She thought she’d escaped, but running from her past hadn’t worked. The ghosts of years past had stripped everything away. Lisa had nothing left, not even hope.
The tug of the Sacramento River on her legs was temping, and the spring snow runoff numbed Lisa’s thighs as she waded out.
Lisa closed her eyes and pictured herself lying back and allowing the river to put an end to it.
“Momma?”
Lisa’s eyes shot open.
Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the faint outline of her daughter standing on the riverbank. The eight-year-old wore a thin blue t-shirt with a unicorn on the front, a threadbare pair of jeans, holding a stuffed bunny with one ear missing. The girl’s face registered confusion.
“Baby, go on back to the tent,” Lisa said.
Lisa felt her daughter would be better off without her. The mother’s sins cast a damning shadow. But she couldn’t abandon Willow. Not like this. Lisa knew what it was like to be an orphan in an unfriendly world. The future of an eight-year-old alone in a homeless camp wasn’t the life Willow deserved.
“Momma, what are you doing?”
Lisa’s eyes welled. She didn’t need to tell her daughter the world was a hurtful place. She’d keep the secrets and not let her know there was nothing worth living for—for now.
“I’m coming, baby.”
Lisa turned and waded back toward the bank. Her daughter spent the last two years in one homeless camp or another. The tightly packed shelters made Lisa’s claustrophobia itch.
Lisa reached for her daughter and grabbed her, lifting the girl into a tight hug. Tears streamed down Lisa’s cheeks. Not because Lisa wanted to end her suffering. She’d considered that option before. The tears came from nearly making Willow an orphan and leaving the innocent girl behind in a homeless camp. Willow couldn’t fight off the predators who lurked in the darkness—like they did tonight.
From the river’s edge, the camp spread a quarter mile in either direction. There was never any official count because people came and went, died, were arrested, or simply disappeared from the camp. Lisa guessed there were over two hundred people living here in the city’s forgotten shadows.
It was time to move. When the camps get too big, bad things happen, and people talk.
Lights flickered from small campfires and lanterns throughout the settlement. Lisa thought they looked like fallen stars. She hugged Willow a little closer and followed the trail back into the camp.
She unzipped the fly on their tent and scooted inside. Their belongings—a change of clothes, a towel to share, and two children’s books lay on one end of the nylon dome tent. A pair of sleeping bags took up most of the space. Lisa knew they were lucky to have them—others didn’t.
“All right, sweetie, let’s get you settled in for the night.”
Willow wiggled into her sleeping bag with her stuffed rabbit. Lisa grabbed a book, The Mouse and the Motorcycle, one of her daughter’s favorites. The eight-year-old could recite most of the story by heart.
Lisa opened the book when a loud commotion erupted outside. It wasn’t uncommon in the camp. Fights over property, drugs, or imagined slights fed by drugs, alcohol, and glitchy mental health were a daily occurrence. Lisa learned the best thing to do was stay out of it and never get involved.
It sounded like the usual dust-up until the screams began.
“Stay here, Willow.”
Lisa crawled to the tent flap, zipped it open, and poked her head out.
Fire.
Flames erupted on the far side of the camp. It was always a risk in the cardboard condos and plastic tarp shelters along the riverbank. This was different. At least six structures were ablaze. People were running, backlit by the orange and yellow glow. The evening delta breeze fanned the flames, igniting another dozen tents.
The cheap nylon shelters went up like dried rice paper.
“Baby, get your shoes on.”
“What is it, Momma?”
“We need to—”
Lisa spotted two men in the chaos, both outlined by the flames behind them. They weren’t running. One set the next row of tents ablaze. The second man wielded a baseball bat and swung the aluminum cylinder at anyone who came near. A sickening tink sound echoed among the rows of tents when he bounced the bat off a man’s shoulder.
Lisa grabbed her daughter’s hand, pulling her from the tent. The girl’s eyes grew large when she spotted the fires.
Willow pulled away and ducked back into the tent.
“Willow Marie, don’t you pull away from me. Come here. We need to get away.”
Lisa felt the heat from the fire. It was spreading fast, and the flames jumped up into the trees within the camp.
Bending into the tent, Lisa found Willow gathering her stuffed animal and the books.
“Come now, we need to—”
Tink.
Lisa fell flat on the ground. The rounded end of the baseball bat shoved at her ribs. Dazed from a blow to the head, she didn’t move. Lisa registered a man’s boot stepping over her.
The flames grew closer.
Willow’s fear backed her into the far corner of the tent.
Lisa’s ragged voice called to her daughter. “Willow. Listen. I need—I need you to run. Hide. Go to the safe place—the rock where we hide things. Stay until I come for you.”
“I don’t want to go. I’m scared.”
“I know, baby. You have to be brave. Take Mr. Bunny and go, now.”
Willow clutched her stuffed animal, the book, and stepped through the tent flap.
“Momma, you have an owie.”
“I know, baby. I’ll be okay.”
It was a lie. Lisa knew she was far from okay. She could feel the pressure in her head building with each heartbeat.
“Go to the place we talked about, honey. Go quick.”
Willow’s eyes welled. She didn’t budge, frozen in fear before a scream from someone nearby broke her from the trance. Another row of tents went up in flames.
“Go.”
Willow hugged her bunny and trotted toward the river. Lisa lost sight of her through the smoke billowing through the camp.
She tried to get up and couldn’t move her legs. She crabbed forward using her arms, inching away from the burning camp.
Her tent flashed, and the flames consumed it in seconds. The melting fabric, plastic and nylon fibers fell on her. The molten material burned through her clothing and ate into the flesh on Lisa’s back.
The pain seared into her. Screams around her meant she wasn’t the only one. The two arsonists headed in the same direction Willow had fled.
“Stop them,” she cried. No one could hear over the chaos of the burning camp.
Lisa now wished the water had brought a calm end to everything. She didn’t expect this—the fire, searing flame, and torture. Part of her believed she deserved this fate for the pain she’d caused. Willow didn’t. The girl didn’t understand. Now, Lisa worried about what would happen to her sweet little girl. Mr. Bunny would not be enough.
The last thought before the flames ate at her pant legs. “I’ve failed you.”
James L’Etoile
James L’Etoile uses his twenty-nine years behind bars as an influence in his award-winning novels, short stories, and screenplays. He is a former associate warden in a maximum-security prison, a hostage negotiator, and director of California’s state parole system. His novels have been shortlisted or awarded the Lefty, Anthony, Silver Falchion, and the Public Safety Writers Award.
River of Lies is his most recent novel. Look for Sins of the Father and The Red List, coming soon. He is the host of Authors on the Air, served as a board member of his local Sister-in-Crime chapter, sits on the Mystery Writers of America national board, and serves as the Director of QueryFest at ThrillerFest for International Thriller Writers.
To learn more about James, click any of the following links: www.jamesletoile.com, Prison to the Page Newsletter, Goodreads, BookBub – @crimewriter, Instagram – @authorjamesletoile, Threads – @authorjamesletoile, X – @JamesLEtoile & Facebook – @AuthorJamesLetoile
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Ha! This was great! What fun. Can’t wait to read the book!
I loved this guest post!