Venture Galleries has put their spotlight on the first chapter of Lie Catchers. If you would like a preview of my latest cop novel, please click the link below to check it out...
In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Venture Galleries has launched a new series featuring writing samples from some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Monday’s Sampler is an excerpt from Lie Catchers by Paul Bishop. It is a hard-boiled mystery that reveals the insights and inner workings of two police interrogators.
As one reviewer wrote: The book becomes almost like a textbook in an advanced psychology course. There are, of course, the players who make up the world of the detectives – criminals, victims, other cops and police administrators. But “Lie Catchers” really zeroes in on these two partners and how they use their special psychological gifts to literally get into the heads of the people who exist in their work. Rarely will you find the kind of insight that Bishop demonstrates in this truly 5-star book.
With her special abilities, top LAPD Robbery-Homicide detective “Calamity” Jane Randall thought she knew all about interrogation until she met detective Ray Pagan. Wielding a suspect’s vocal intonations, emotions, and physical gestures like a scalpel, Pagan’s empathetic lie catching abilities are legendary.
Both detectives are scarred by past tragedies, but when paired together, they threaten to tear the city apart searching for a duo of missing children – a search where the right answer to the wrong question can mean sudden death.
Ripped from the experiences of thirty-five year veteran LAPD detective and nationally recognized interrogator, Paul Bishop, Lie Catchers takes the reader inside the dark and dangerous mind games of the men and women for whom truth is an obsession.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Nose as long as a telephone wire.”
When I first crossed swords with Rycovic Ray Pagan, he was already an LAPD legend in the interrogation room. Detectives would take bets on how long it would take Pagan to break a suspect wide open. It was said, he never missed – always coming out of the box with something to advance an investigation. He was revered, feared, and jealousy being what it is, despised.
I was a bit of a legend myself. Twelve years on the job, five as a detective, currently assigned to Robbery Homicide’s elite Rape Special unit, and I still couldn’t get away from the Calamity Jane Randall moniker hung on me during my rookie year.
I’d solved my share of major cases, putting various villains in prison for more years than they had left on earth, but Calamity I’d been tagged, and Calamity I remained. A series of escalating coincidences while I was still in uniform – involving the accidental discharge of a shotgun, a sergeant’s squad car with a blown tire, and a urine soaked PCP suspect – were hard to live down.
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