Blog Tour | Where The Truth Lies by MJ Lee

Hello my loves, 

Today it's my turn to host the blog tour for an absolutely phenomenal book by MJ Lee called Where The Truth Lies. It's a  Crime Thriller and I've fast become a huge fan of this genre. 
When I read the blurb of this book, I just knew that I HAD to read it and I'm sure once you've read this post you'll be dying to read it too! 
As a blog tour host, today I have the privilege of bringing you an extract of this book and I for one have my cup of tea reading to sit down and have a read. 
So we'll start by looking at what the books about in a book spotlight and then we'll cosy up and have a read together shall we?

Title: Where the Truth Lies

Author Name: M J Lee

Previous Books (if applicable): The Murder Game and The Killing Time

Genre: Crime Fiction

Release Date: 22nd October 2018

Publisher: Canelo


The case was closed. Until people started dying… The unputdownable first DI Ridpath crime thriller from bestseller MJ Lee

A killer in total control. A detective on the edge. A mystery that HAS to be solved.
DI Thomas Ridpath was on the up in the Manchester CID: a promising young detective whose first case involved capturing a notorious serial killer. But ten years later he’s recovering from a serious illness and on the brink of being forced out of the police. Then people start dying: tortured, murdered, in an uncanny echo of Ridpath’s first case.
As the investigation intensifies, old bodies go missing, records can’t be found and the murder count grows. Caught in a turf war between the police and the coroner’s office, digging up skeletons some would rather forget, Ridpath is caught in a race against time: a race to save his career, his marriage… And lives.
When a detective goes missing everything is on the line. Can Ridpath close the case and save his colleague?

I think one of the reasons I love reading crime thrillers are the perspective of the police force as my father was in the West Midlands Police (as is my Mr R) and as he worked through his specialism he was the officer that worked with SOCO and used to "draw up the fatalities" and photograph them for evidence. These days they have whole forensic teams for that. I know only too well how the pressure of working in the force can have a lasting impact upon you as an officer (from witnessing my Father as I was growing up) and also the effects it has on the families, more so today with the huge cuts, lack of resources, and poor portrayal in the media of our Blue Light Family protectors. It's more important than ever that we show our support for our officers and the work they do. So, after I went off on a little tangent there, shall we read the extract now? Yes! 


Present day

Ridpath stood outside looking up at the acres of plate glass covering the building and shivered. Why was he so nervous? This was his place, his patch; he knew every inch of police headquarters.
He took another long drag on his cigarette. He wasn’t supposed to smoke, the doctors had told him many times, but he was sick of them and their rules. He laughed to himself. Only he could be sick of doctors.
He took one more life-giving suck on the Marlboro Red and threw the butt into the drain on his right. It had been nine months since he’d been inside this place. Nine months is a long time. A lot could have changed. A lot probably had changed.
As his DCI, Charlie Whitworth, always used to say; ‘Listen, Ridpath, the only constant with the police is change. A new chief constable and we change. A new government and we change. A new policy and we change. Only the job remains the same. We catch the bad guys and we put them away. Remember that and you’ll go far in this job.’
Well, he had remembered it and he had gone far.
Until nine months ago.
He pulled his jacket tighter around himself. ‘Come on, lad, get on with it,’ he said out loud, adjusting the tie his wife had given him to wear. It felt strange to feel the noose of the tie around his neck, touching his Adam’s apple. You’ll get used it, he thought. You always get used to it.
He launched himself up the whitewashed steps, stopping in front of the glass doors, waiting to be buzzed in.
The door opened and he strode into the reception area. Well, at least this hadn’t changed. There were still the same old fading police notices on the wall with their fading messages:
‘Look out, there’s a thief about.’
‘Don’t be blind to the signs.’
‘Look her in the eye and tell her a little drink never hurt anybody.’
And there were some new ones, clean and crisp in their colour and design:
‘Help free the UK from modern slavery’
‘Hate crime. Tell the Manchester Police about it.’ Beneath this one somebody had written in biro: ‘Because nobody hates crime more than the Manchester Police.’ He thought he recognized the handwriting.
Just two people spoilt the pristine emptiness of the reception area: a wrinkled woman and a young, burly man, both sitting forlornly on the row of plastic seating screwed to the floor. Probably waiting for someone to be released after a night in the cells. Another drunk driver.
A sergeant he had never seen before was standing behind thick glass, looking like a clerk at a post office except for the blue uniform. A muffled voice through the microphone. ‘How can I help you, sir?’
‘An appointment with Detective Chief Inspector Charlie Whitworth at 10.30.’
The sergeant checked his diary. ‘Nothing in here, sir.’
Just then the door to the inner sanctum of the police station opened. ‘Well, I never. Ridpath, it’s great to see you.’
‘Harry Makepeace, skiving off as usual.’
‘You know me too well.’ Makepeace scanned him up and down. ‘You’re looking well.’
Ridpath stepped back and waved his hands. ‘Feeling great. Raring to go.’
‘You here to see the boss?’
He nodded.
Harry held open the door.  ‘I’ll take you through…’
‘But there’s no appointment…’ The tinny voice of the sergeant sounded feeble through the speaker.
‘No worries, Martin. This is Detective Inspector Tom Ridpath, used to work here.’
‘Still do.’
Harry Makepeace turned slowly towards him. ‘Aye, I suppose you do. Come on.’
He stepped through into the back office. Behind him the voice of the sergeant was calling,  ‘Can you sign the book?’
They both carried on walking down the corridor.
‘Been a few changes since you were here.’
‘Have there?’
‘Me for one – I’ve been promoted.’
‘Congrats, Detective Inspector Makepeace, it’s been a long time coming.’
Harry looked across, checking for irony. ‘Aye, too bloody long.’
‘Charlie’s still here though. Still running the Major Incident Team?’
‘Aye, nowt’s changed there. John Gorman’s officially in charge, but he’s so snowed under by management meetings, Charlie does the day-to-day.’
They entered the CID office on the right.
The place hadn’t changed at all. The same beige walls with the marks of ancient posters staining the government-issue wallpaper. The same mismatched desks. The same ancient desktop computers due to be mothballed a year ago but still being used. And the same grey, coffee-stained carpet that always gave him an electric shock every time he touched his desk.
That detectives’ office.

Well what can I say?! I wasn't ready for the extract to end there - what a tease! If you (like me) want to get your hands on a copy immediately (heck why wouldn't you?) then all the links are below as is a bit about MJ Lee (in case you want to know the author behind the words. Please take time to visit the other blogs that are taking part in this tour to support them as they will have different features showcasing this book that you won't want to miss. 

Links to Book:
Author Bio:
M J Lee has spent most of his adult life writing in one form or another. As a university researcher in history, he wrote pages of notes on reams of obscure topics. As a social worker with Vietnamese refugees, he wrote memoranda. And, as the creative director of an advertising agency, he has written print and press ads, TV commercials, short films and innumerable backs of cornflake packets and hotel websites.
He has spent 25 years of his life working outside the north of England, in London, Hong Kong, Taipei, Singapore, Bangkok and Shanghai, winning advertising awards from Cannes, One Show, D&AD, New York and the United Nations.
While working in Shanghai, he loved walking through the old quarters of that amazing city, developing the idea behind a series of crime novels featuring Inspector Pyotr Danilov, set in the 1920s.
When he’s not writing, he splits his time between the UK and Asia, taking pleasure in playing with his daughter, practising downhill ironing, single-handedly solving the problem of the French wine lake, and wishing he were George Clooney.

Twitter: @WriterMJLee

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