Pismo Beach Sniper By Topper Jones ~ Author Interview And Giveaway

Posted: August 6, 2026 in Author Interview, giveaways, Mystery
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A sniper.

 A surf contest.

A father with everything to lose.

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Pismo Beach Sniper

A Thad Hanlon/ Bri de la Guerra Mystery Book 3

by Topper Jones

Genre: Private Investigator Mystery

When sniper fire erupts at the Central Coast Surf Trials at
Pismo Beach, private investigator Thad Hanlon is thrust into every parent’s
worst nightmare. His eleven-year-old son and two teammates are shot while
surfing—one critically injured—plunging the contest into chaos and terrorizing
the tight-knit Five Cities beach community.

The shooter disappears, torching his hideout, leaving only questions in his
wake. Random attack—or the first move in a deadly game? Why target young
surfers? And is the marksman finished…or just getting started?

Urged by desperate parents, Hanlon and his sharp-witted partner, Bri de la
Guerra, race to protect the kids as they train for the upcoming West Coast
Championships. But as the detective duo close in on the sniper, they uncover a
chilling truth: the surf team isn’t his ultimate target—and the nightmare is
far from over.

This gripping thriller will keep you turning pages late into the night.

What Critics Are Saying

“Engaging characters, wit, and suspense elevate this rip-curling
page-turner.”

— Kirkus Reviews

 

“Pismo Beach Sniper is a tense and fast-moving mystery
with real emotional stakes. The target audience is readers who enjoy mystery,
private investigator fiction, crime thrillers, action suspense, coastal noir,
and family-driven detective series. Readers who like Robert Crais’s Elvis Cole
and Joe Pike novels may appreciate the same mix of banter, loyalty, and
wounded-hearted heroism, though Jones swaps Los Angeles grit for Central Coast
surf and spiritual undertow.”

— Literary Titan   

“It felt like I was reading something akin to James Patterson: fast,
frighteningly imaginative, and furious with action. Pismo Beach
Sniper is a deftly plotted story of a man doing everything to keep his
child safe in a world where not only waves can kill.”

—R. Oserio, Readers’ Favorite Reviews

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Chapter 1

I was sitting under a beach canopy in the spectator
section of the California Central Coast Surf Trials, watching the first heat of
the semifinals, when I heard the sonic crack of a large firearm. Something
long-range like the scoped high-precision rifle my business partner, Bri, uses
to qualify at the Five Cities Shoot’n Center.

“What was that?” my son’s surf coach asked. Gev Burian
was sitting on my left. “Sounded like it came from behind us.”

Bri de la Guerra, on my right, stood to check things
out. “Cityside, yeah. I’m thinking .30 cal. Maybe three-oh-eight.”

I swiveled to scan the low-rise buildings of downtown
Pismo—the seafood cafes, souvenir shops, and beach rentals. Clumps of tourists
meandering down narrow Pomeroy Avenue stopped. Some gazed skyward, herd-like,
examining the highest roofline—the old Hotel Pier Vista. Others rushed indoors.

When a second blast didn’t happen soon after, I saw
pedestrians raise their palms in the classic “what’s up” shrug before
continuing their weekend saunter. Some, trailing well-groomed dogs on leashes,
took refuge in their smartphones.

I turned to face the Pacific as Bri sat in her folding
chair. Coach Gev got out his binocs and we rejoined the hundreds of other
parents, friends, and supporters along the beach to watch the tournament.

Three junior surfers, ages eleven to twelve—”grommets”
in surf jargon—were perched on their boards 100 yards offshore in the chilly
morning waters north of Pismo Pier. The contestants wore different colored
jerseys over their wetsuits. Red jersey had priority takeoff; the next wave was
his. As the kids waited for the sets to roll in, they bobbed in the mushy surf
like sitting ducks.

“Yellow’s down!” Coach Gev shouted. He handed me his
binoculars. “The kid’s slumped sideways off his board.”

“Cramp, maybe?” I pressed the field glasses to the
bridge of my nose, fiddling with the adjustments. “January water temps are
cold, fifty-three, fifty-four degrees. These temps? He should have worn a 5/4/3
mm instead. Maybe even a—”

There was a second sonic crack. I watched Yellow’s board
splinter into pieces. Chunks of the foam core ringed the downed contestant as
he struggled to keep his head above water.

Red jersey, closest to Yellow, dropped prone and paddled
with fury toward him. Just as he was about to grab Yellow’s arm, I heard shot
three. There was a splash near the tail of Red’s board.

Red turned turtle, flipping his tri-fin surfboard over
so the bottom faced the sky. Only his hands, gripping the sides of the
shortboard, were exposed.

Shot four took out Red’s middle fin. Shots five and six
took out the two outer fins. Red let go of his board and sank out of view.

That left the eleven-year-old in the light blue jersey
as the only contender sitting on the water. My son, Zael, was in full
competition mode, hyper-focused on The One Thing—a wave with his name on it. A
wave built by the sea gods just for him, for his performance, his tricks, the
ones he’d stick. The 10-rating he’d be awarded by all three judges. That
perfect ten.

Zael was in the zone, tunnel vision his ally. Chaos
bending to will. He had no clue what had happened to Red and Yellow.

I popped out of my beach chair, sprinted from our shade
canopy to the shoreline, and screamed as I waded in. “Duck and cover, Zael! Get
down! Now!” I waved my arms, zigzagging through the shallows.

My son wasn’t hearing me, wasn’t seeing me, wasn’t even
attuned to my panic despite his gift for sensing things unspoken. Zael paddled
hard for takeoff, slid into the three-foot wave breaking off the pier, and
dropped into the curl. He drove down the line, pumping his board to build
speed, then bottom turned, and angled toward the lip to launch into his
signature 360-degree air rotation and—

Blam.

Shot seven.

Zael’s right leg buckled. He lost balance and angled
into a dive as far away from his board as his leash would let him. When he didn’t
come up for air…

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Are your characters based on real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination? 

Mostly the latter. One of the two primary protagonists in PISMO BEACH SNIPER, Bri de la Guerra, is pure fiction. The other primary protagonist, Thad Hanlon, while also make-believe, was inspired by my nephew, who has competed internationally in surfing like Thad. But that’s where the similarity ends. Unlike Thad, who washed out of the pros, my nephew still competes. And my nephew’s a firefighter, not a private eye.

The ocean feels almost like a character in PISMO BEACH SNIPER. What role does the California Central Coast play in shaping the story’s mood?​ 

The Pacific Ocean is a moody presence. At times, she provides solace from the daily grind. A chance to take a dip, cool off, and catch a few waves. And at other times, when big weather rolls in and the swells kick up, she can be a cruel monster, lashing out with rip tides and pounding surf. In Thad Hanlon’s world, the ocean is simultaneously a source of comfort, danger, and wisdom. When life becomes complicated, he paddles out beyond the break. The rhythm of the waves helps him untangle the Gordian knot of mysteries he’s facing and decide what to do next. In that sense, the Pacific isn’t just a setting—it’s a trusted companion in the story.

The novel blends PI procedural, action suspense, family drama, and coastal noir. How do you balance those elements while keeping the story moving?​

By ensuring tension in every scene. That’s the secret to keeping the story moving when you’re juggling multiple elements.

For each scene, I work from a cinematic framework inspired by Blake Snyder’s Save the Cat!® approach to screenwriting. I start with a simple structure: where the scene takes place, what is happening, and—most importantly—the emotional arc of the point-of-view character.

From there, I focus on what really drives momentum: the conflict. Who wants what, what stands in their way, and what’s at stake if they fail. If I can clearly define Hero—Goal—Obstacles—Stakes, the tension takes care of itself, and the story keeps moving.

Thad’s fear for Zael gives the mystery a strong emotional charge. How did you approach writing him as both a father and an investigator?​

For the father side of Thad, I simply tapped into my own experience raising two sons. While I had the good fortune of a supportive wife to share the journey, there were still plenty of nights spent worrying about our boys—especially during their tween years, when sports, adventure, and growing independence seemed to present a new reason to worry every week. No parent survives those years without a healthy concern for their children’s safety.

For the investigator side, I drew on my professional training as a CPA, software developer, and college professor. I’m analytical by nature. I like patterns, puzzles, and problem-solving. I can be methodical to a fault and have been known to spreadsheet just about everything.

The challenge—and the fun—was bringing those two sides together. When Thad is investigating a case, he wants to follow the facts wherever they lead. When his son is in danger, he’s a father first. The tension between those roles gave the story much of its emotional energy.

Who inspired you to write PISMO BEACH SNIPER?

I have an “idea catcher.” I bet you have one too.

Mine’s a little notebook on the nightstand where I jot down inspirations that arrive while I sleep, dream, or ponder. It’s chock-full of ideas for the next murder mystery—the howdunnits, the whodunnits, the whydunnits, even possible book titles.

But getting from a brilliant idea to a fully developed manuscript sometimes takes more than a notebook.

Sometimes it requires a mentor. A force majeure.

This is the story of the man who inspired me to finish PISMO BEACH SNIPER.

The year is 2022. Mid-January. I’m taking an eight-week novel writing class through the Institute for Continued Learning at Utah Tech University. Dr. Warren Stucki, author of the Dr. Cooper Mystery Series and six standalone novels, is teaching.

On day one, he tells us, “This is the year you write your novel,” and challenges us to complete Assignment #1—NOVEL IDEA SUMMARY SHEET—by the following week.

All we have to do is fill in the blanks:

(a) Working Title

(b) Genre

(c) Protagonist

(d) Antagonist

(e) Main Supporting Character

(f) Setting

(g) A one-line story idea describing the central problem the protagonist faces and the primary obstacles.

Piece of cake, right?

I had a possible title, but that was it.

Something I had come up with in 2016, years before I had even published the first two books in the Thad Hanlon & Bri de la Guerra Mystery Series.

For the assignment’s Working Title, I wrote down:

CowaBANGa!

A mashup of two exclamations that seemed incapable of belonging together.

Cowabunga!—surf slang for “Dude, that was Awwwwsome!”

BANG!—the sonic crack of a high-powered rifle.

It was high concept.

Excited surfers and unexpected gunplay.

But that was all I had.

Assignment #1 forced me to take the next step.

I scratched out the remaining fill-in-the-blanks, relying heavily on the backstories from my first two books. By the end of the eight-week course, I’d developed a working outline, key plot points, three sample chapters, and a draft query letter complete with a three-paragraph blurb.

I was well on my way to writing PISMO BEACH SNIPER, book three in the series.

My takeaway from Dr. Stucki’s class?

A force majeure can make all the difference between a middle-of-the-night inspiration scribbled into an idea catcher and a finished book on the shelf.

When all you have is the germ of an idea, sign up for a workshop. Let the instructor—and the energy of fellow writers—propel you from a mere notion to a fully realized story complete with character arcs, themes, and purpose.

Muse + Force Majeure = Your next masterpiece on the shelf!

What can we expect from you in the future? 

Book Four, of course.

The next installment in the Thad Hanlon & Bri de la Guerra Mystery Series takes place two years after the events of PISMO BEACH SNIPER. Bri is out drumming up new business for the duo’s detecting agency when she stumbles upon a murder that will test both detectives in ways they never imagined.

Here’s the opening scene:

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Even in the moonlight, Bri recognized the man floating face down in the cliffside pool as Dr. Yicheng Zhang. Potential client. The world-renowned fertility researcher was fully clothed in his signature charcoal wool-blend blazer with well-worn elbow patches, and he didn’t look so good. Pale, bluish skin, and that wild black hair of his fanned out like sea grass. 

Bri sprinted to the rescue hook hanging on the cabana wall and used it to snag the good doctor, pulling him toward the pool steps. She strained to flip him over. His lips, forehead, and tip of his nose were a blotchy purple. There was a fine white froth around his nostrils. She checked for a pulse in a Good Samaritan move she knew didn’t have favorable odds. Still, she had to try. 

The odds didn’t pan out. 

Across the glass wall of the pool that faced the Pacific—brooding more than usual— someone had spray-painted in angry caps:

PERFECTION HAS A PRICE

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True to cliché, the Five Cities Sheriff’s Department immediately suspects the spouse. But Mrs. Zhang insists she’s innocent, has an ironclad alibi, and hires Bri and Thad to find the real killer.

That’s when the case heats up.

As the investigation deepens, frozen embryos—including those intended for Thad’s future family—become a bargaining chip in a deadly game where science, ambition, and obsession collide.

Shell Beach Slayer (working title) is part mystery, part thriller, and brings back familiar faces, including Thad’s son Zael, now a teenager, and Naiya Ygnacio, his new bride. The stakes couldn’t be higher as Bri and Thad navigate a case that explores designer children, genetic engineering, and the meaning of perfection itself.

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Oceano Beach Bedlam

A Thad Hanlon/ Bri de la Guerra Mystery Book 2

Hanlon & de la Guerra have gone full service. In this
second book in the surfing crime-fighter mystery series, Thad Hanlon and his
martial-arts-obsessed partner, Bri de la Guerra, hang out their shingle as
newly licensed private investigators. Now in addition to fraud-busting, the two
detectives do it all. Background checks. Surveillance. Even finding lost souls.
Just about anything that requires sleuthing or going undercover.

All they need is a client.

That’s when a former exotic dancer from Bakersfield CA shows up looking for her
surf prodigy son who’s gone missing in the wake of cult violence terrorizing
the California Central Coast.

What Critics
Are Saying

“A crunchy detective novel set in the world of California surfers.
Jones delivers a proper beach read, both in form and content.”

-Kirkus Reviews

 

“Honestly, I had a blast with this one. Oceano Beach
Bedlam is a smart and entertaining read. If you like your mysteries with
surfboards, sass, and just enough heart to keep you caring, this one’s for you.
It’s a great pick for fans of offbeat detectives, fast dialogue, and
sun-drenched noir with a brain and a soul. I’d recommend it to readers who
enjoy Janet Evanovich, Robert Crais, or the beachier edges of Elmore Leonard.”

— Literary Titan  

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All That Glisters

A Thad Hanlon/ Bri de la Guerra Mystery Book 1

When the facts don’t add up in his surf buddy’s bizarre
death, forensic consultant (and daddy-to-be) Thaddeus Hanlon investigates,
volunteering to go undercover to pick up where best friend Rafi Silva left off
in a secret probe of the U.S. gold stockpile—every last bullion bar.

Rafi’s spunky fiancée, Bri de la Guerra, has suspicions of her own and soon
joins Thad on the hunt for answers. Together, the two amateur sleuths delve
deep, stumbling onto a financial a-stock-alypse in the making, triggering a
brutal manhunt along the Eastern seaboard meant to silence anyone looking to
set the ledger straight.

What Critics
Are Saying

“Jones’ action-packed murder mystery…is
tension-fueled with plenty of twists and two appealing sleuths. In this
detective series opener, Thad Hanlon, a 27-year-old forensic accountant,
becomes the target of a murderous cadre when he accepts a new assignment that
takes him from Los Angeles to the East Coast center of power. Woven into the
gripping plot are sensual, detailed descriptions of Thad’s adventures riding
the waves, which should please the surfer crowd and afford others a visceral
sense of the experience.”

—Kirkus Reviews

 

“All That Glisters by Topper Jones is well-written with not a
single dull moment. I liked the way the author included elements of action,
mystery, and even some cyber investigating. Overall, I found this book to be an
amazing read.”

—Sefina Hawke, Readers’ Favorite Reviews

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Writing
as Topper Jones, award-winning author Christopher G. Jones, Ph.D., delivers
detective fiction with a dash of romance, plenty of action, and memorable
characters. His Thad Hanlon & Bri de la Guerra Mystery Series has earned
Readers’ Favorite Five Stars and the Literary Titan Gold Book Awards.

 Before
writing full-time, Jones taught financial reporting and business systems
development at the university level and worked in public accounting and
consulting. He is a member of The Private Eye Writers of America and
International Thriller Writers, and an affiliate of Mystery Writers of America.

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stay close to family, Jones now lives in the southwestern desert rather than
his native California. But when the surf’s up, he’ll make the 450-mile trek to
the coast for a little “water therapy.”

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