Wednesday, August 5, 2026

*Release Tour & Giveaway* Pismo Beach Sniper-GUEST POST

 


A sniper.

 A surf contest. 

A father with everything to lose.

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...




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.

 To 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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GUEST POST

What kind of research do you do before you begin writing a book? 


I research initial details for my character sketches, scene locations, and police procedure during the outline phase of a project. This usually takes me a month. But most of my research takes place as I write. While I’m penning the draft on my first computer monitor, I use a second monitor to research. ChatGPT and Google Gemini are now my new best friends. Google Maps my next best friend. And Wikipedia and Perplexity, my go-to for an overview and footnote references to definitive research sources on a subject.

 

My favorite part of research is scouting locations. Especially if it involves being on the coast. That just means I have another opportunity to catch a few waves. 


Advice you would give new authors? 


Workshop your work! Whatever it takes, get feedback from people who are interested in your success. And be open to what fellow writers have to say. They can tell when something isn’t working, when characters behave out of character, and when your language isn’t capturing your intention. Listen and revise accordingly. 


You can often find writing critique groups at your local library or through state and local writing organizations. I found my “writing safe space” through Write On – St. George, a local chapter of the League of Utah Writers. Each week, the “Writers Improvement Group” (WIG for short) meets to review what we wrote since the last session. Knowing I need to have “something for WIG” motivates me to get words on the page. The weekly goal: five pages double-spaced. For me, my critique group functions as both a sounding board and an accountability group. Everyone needs a little encouragement. Especially writers!


What makes a good story? 


Anything that keeps me turning the page, usually involving a story-worthy protagonist pursuing a goal that makes a difference while facing overwhelming obstacles.

What are you currently reading? 

In fiction, I’ve just finished Death by Coconut: A Holly Swimsuit Mystery (Book 7) by Susie Black and am now reading Voodoo River by Robert Crais—an Elvis Cole and Jim Pike novel (Book 5).


When it comes to audiobooks—my wife and I are on the road a lot to visit family—we’re currently listening to Michael Connelly’s Ironwood: A Catalina Novel, book two in the series. 


In nonfiction, I’m reading Page One to Done: Finish Your Novel in 30 Days with the Fast Drafting Method by Jessica Brody. 


What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? 

I’m neither a pure Planner nor a pure Pantser—I’m a Plantser! 


As a big fan of the late Blake Snyder’s Save the Cat!® approach to story structure, I tend to “beat out” the major plot points in my novels, complete with scene cards. Each card has a short scene description identifying the Hero/Heroine, Goal, Obstacles, and Stakes along with notes on the emotional change from scene opening to scene close. 


As I write the scene, sometimes magic happens and the “players” don’t behave as I expect. So, I end up channeling the characters, leading to surprises I never would have imagined during the outline phase of the project.

Listening to the Muse means trusting the “pantsing” side of my brain. When that happens, I’m more than happy to rewire the plot. For my writing process, it’s both plotting and pantsing. But always plotting first.


How long on average does it take you to write a book?


Now that I have three novels under my belt, my average time to draft, workshop, and revise a book is about one year. My writing group members keep telling me I need to write faster, but with 20 grandkids and 5 great-grandkids between my wife and me, we’re on the road a lot for sports events, choir and orchestra concerts, play performances, and birthdays. I love to write, but first priorities, first.


Still, my writing group is correct. I really do need to find a way to write faster. Lately, I’ve been experimenting with what Jessica Brody calls Fast Drafting in her recently released book on writing craft—Page One to Done. In this how-to book, she provides a structured approach to helping writers complete a first draft of a novel in as little as 30 days. Recently, I watched Jessica demonstrate her technique in a webinar. I was impressed and vowed to try fast drafting for myself. So...ask me again in three hundred sixty-five days how long it takes to pen a novel, and I might be able to truthfully say “considerably less than a year.” It’s worth a try.


Have you ever had writer’s block?


Once. 


After completing what I thought would be a bestseller, I sent off my manuscript to a major New York literary agency for review and evaluation for possible representation. I soon learned my book was “Dead on Arrival!” The feedback was scathing. This was in the early 1980s. I put the stillborn novel in a drawer. 


I was besieged by crippling writer’s block, fearing I was wasting my time trying to write, dismayed I wasn’t a natural, and terrified that storytelling was beyond me. I told myself sad jokes: Why did the budding author buy a caseload of cornstarch? He thought if he could find a way to add it to his novel, the plot would thicken. 


Truth was, for me, the plot never thickened because I had no clue how to plot. That first draft gathered dust in the drawer for the next 30 years.


To find a way forward, I devoured everything on the language of storytelling. That’s when I came across Blake Snyder’s trilogy on screenwriting—Save the Cat!®, Save the Cat!® Goes to the Movies, and Save the Cat!® Strikes Back. I couldn’t put these books down. I just loved Blake’s first-person account of adventures in the screen trade and his fusion approach to writerly advice—part craft, part self-help book. And I was encouraged by his unquenchable optimism: “Given enough patience to find it, every story problem has an answer,” he wrote.


My reality: I had a STORY PROBLEM. 


Cut to August 27, 2016, when I took a two-day Save the Cat!® Beat Sheet Workshop. It was in that workshop that I learned my problem was (1) a matter of the right story pattern (my original draft was a mashup of two different kinds of stories) and (2) the need to structure the story with key plot points. Over the next two days, I zeroed in on the best story type (mystery) for my novel and nailed down what Blake Snyder calls the essential 15 beats. From there, it was only a matter of time before I was able to knock out the second draft, scene by scene. Writer’s Block removed!


What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

My workspace, which includes—

A relatively clear desk except for the most recent draft of my work in progress;

A high-speed computer with two high-resolution monitors;

An ergonomic keyboard and chair;

A desktop fountain burbling;

Soft instrumental music playing in the background (usually Classical Baroque);

A storyboard on the wall plastered with scene cards from all three acts of the novel I’m working on;

And finally, a window with a view.


What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

The calendar on my iPhone has a daily entry “Write Now” set for a three-hour block from 9 a.m.-12 noon.

Oh, oh, oh...if only I were that disciplined.

The calendar event acts more as an inspiration to remember to get words on the page each day. That’s my goal. And I do keep track using the Active Daily Word Count Calculator spreadsheet from author Jessica Brody’s course “Writing Mastery: Productivity Hacks for Writers.”


How do books get published?

There’s a little magic to it and a healthy dose of hope. You write, and write, and revise, and query until you find just the right agent or publisher. Then you hand off your manuscript and hope the magic happens one more time.




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Tuesday, August 4, 2026

*Cover Reveal & Giveaway* Burnout

 


She thought chemistry only existed on the page, then he set her world on fire.


Burnout

Love Burns Series Book 7

by Isobel Reed

Genre: Small-Town Romance, Romantic Comedy


She thought chemistry only existed on the page, then he set her world on fire.

The only men in Lucy’s life are fictional. Which is fine. So fine. At thirty, she is happy with her life. She has a ride or die best friend. A cute little ginger cat to snuggle with. And an apartment full of books. What more could she possibly want? Well, before Jack Jones swaggered into town, with his designer suits and British accent, the answer was nothing. But now, here he is, showing up where she works, calling her beautiful and making her question everything.

Jack Jones had it all. High-powered job in the city. Fancy apartment. Women offering to warm his bed every night. Then he blew up his life. Now, he’s in small town Wyoming, doing damage control while babysitting his sister’s kids. There is one silver lining though… Lucy Mills. He felt a spark during his first visit to Woodvalley Pines, when he’d shamelessly flirted with her at the diner where she worked. Three years on, she’s somehow even harder to ignore. She’s everything he’s been searching for. If only she’d just let him in.

Return to Woodvalley Pines one last time with this swoon-worthy opposites attract romance packed full of chemistry, charm and Isobel Reed’s signature witty banter. Burnout is perfect for fans of Book Lovers by Emily Henry and The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary. Whether you’ve already devoured the other books in the Love Burn Series or are enjoying it as a standalone, you won’t want to miss this final book.

 

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“Um … do you know what you’d like to drink?” Lucy’s head was down, her focus entirely on the pen and paper she was clinging on to for dear life. Her golden hair fell loose around her shoulders while a thick braid swept along her hairline like a crown. Even in simple jeans and a black shirt, she looked like a goddess.

“Can I get a root beer, Luce?”

“Sure can, Dyl.” She peeked up just enough to give the kid a kind smile.

Like the greedy motherfucker Jack was, he wanted some of that smile, too. “What do you recommend?” He kept his gaze on her, leaning back in his seat and draping an arm across the back of the booth.

“To drink?” Finally, she peered up at him.

“Yes, beautiful. To drink. What do you like …? What’s your favorite?” Ignoring Dylan’s snort, Jack’s eyes went to her pretty pink cheeks.

Lucy’s brow furrowed at the question. “Uh. Um. The iced tea, I guess.”

“Then that’s what I’ll have.” He shot her his most panty-melting smile, delighting as her cheeks darkened.

The fact that she got so flustered around him should be enough of a warning to leave her alone. But he couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

“You’re into Lucy?” Dylan asked as Jack unashamedly watched her walk away.

When he finally glanced back at his nephew, he saw a familiar wide grin stretching across the kid’s face.

Just like Cody.

Dropping his elbows onto the steel tabletop, he leaned in close. Dylan did the same. “Why? Do you think she’s into me?”

Not only did Dylan answer no far too quickly, but the kid also went on to laugh his arse off. Right in Jack’s face. And he didn’t stop. He even tipped his head back and laughed harder and louder until Jack was sure he saw tears in the boy’s eyes.

Jesus. Kids are fucking cruel.

Once Cat and Cody’s devil child had finished, Jack did not hide his frown. Or was it a scowl?

“Why the hell not?”

Dylan’s caramel-colored gaze went from Jack to Lucy, and back to him. “You’re old.”

“Am not,” Jack protested, with all the maturity of the preteen sitting across from him.

“Yeah. You are.”

“How old exactly do you think I am?” he asked incredulously. Thirty-seven was not old.

Dylan shrugged, the movement causing some of his messy brown hair to flop onto his forehead. “Forty-five.”

Jack’s mouth dropped open. The bloody cheek. Before he had a chance to correct his nephew, though, Lucy was back and placing their drinks in front of them before pulling out her notepad again.

“How old do you think Uncle Jack is, Luce?”

Are you freaking kidding me?

No dessert for Dylan.








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Isobel was born and raised in London. While she’s a city girl at heart, she loves daydreaming about running away to a charming small town—though she’s not entirely sure her husband and son would share her enthusiasm for the move. When she’s not writing small-town romantic comedies or growing unhealthily attached to the characters in her books, you can find her reading, chasing after her very active toddler, or attempting to channel her inner domestic goddess in the kitchen (with varying degrees of success).

 

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Monday, August 3, 2026

*Book Tour & Giveaway* The Belgravia Phantom

 


Victorian mystery fiction as you’ve never read it before 

– from well below stairs.


The Belgravia Phantom

The Quill & Page Victorian Mysteries Book 1

by Ellis Blackwood

Genre: Historical Victorian Mystery


How do you prove you didn’t scare Lady Pemberton to death with a phantom?


Such is Kate Quill’s quandary. The faked séance went horribly wrong, and now Inspector Hartwell of Scotland Yard has her in his sights.


Kate’s poor. Seamstress poor. But what she lacks in the pocket, she makes up for in allies.
There are her siblings. Daisy, the actress. Ned and Vi… There’s no way around this – they’re petty thieves.


There’s Mrs McGinty, their formidable Irish landlady. There are Vi’s Whitechapel Worthies, Little Till (adorable) and the Twins (quite odd).


And there is Frederick Page, former gentleman’s gentleman, chess aficionado, lover of puzzles, and now reluctant partner in an unlikely Victorian detective duo. Please, do not refer to him as Freddie, or he’ll be grasping for the smelling salts.


Can this glorious rabble somehow band together to investigate all those lofty lords and ladies who attended the séance?


And discover who really murdered Lady Dorothea Pemberton?


The Belgravia Phantom is the first in a series of irresistible Victorian murder mysteries from the acclaimed author of the Samuel Pepys Mysteries. Expect fiendish whodunits, singular characters and vivid history. Step into London’s gaslit and swirling pea-soupers, and hear those click-clack footsteps approach...

 

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Ned and Vi belong to the evening, when the naphtha lamps of the costermongers’ stalls hiss and flare, and all between is subsumed in shadow. When the streets still throng with shoppers, and the trams and cabs and omnibuses are lit by oil - white light, oncoming; red light, receding - and Whitechapel Road feels interesting to know. When the cries of the chestnut roasters, the fried-fish sellers and the pie-men create a cacophony of distraction. 

This is when they thrive.

They have their stomachs set on the hawker of baked potatoes, with his lovingly polished can on four legs, its brass plaque proclaiming: “Old Original Baked Potatoes”. The old man who ran the stand for many a year lately died; his errant son has the business now, and shows rather less aptitude for vigilance.

While Ned lurks in the background, Vi sidles up. Her head tilts this way and that, apparently undecided. She plays with an unseen coin in her hand. The bait.

Glowing charcoal lights the lad’s face orange. He narrows eyes at her. Steam rises from his burner, and the earthy aroma of the treasure within.

“What can I have for a ha’penny?” she asks. It is all she could spare, but it should suffice if she plays it right.

He snorts. “On your way, missy. My prices start at a penny and no less.”

She glances up and down the road, where the sellers either side, of ham sandwiches, hot green peas and eels, have patrons queueing.

He kicks a heel. It has not been easy, taking over his father’s trade. The baker who roasts his hundredweights recently upped his fee, and the locals whose custom the old man relied upon have found new flavours elsewhere. Many deserted him for that other potato hawker in Spitalfields.

As his gaze follows Vi’s, he licks his lips. “S’pose I might be able to find a small one.”

He opens the wide half-lid, peers inside debating, and picks out the smallest spud he can find.

“Butter and salt?” she asks innocently.

“For a ha’penny? Don’t push yer luck.”

As he hands over the plain fare, she fumbles the coin. The tiniest flick of her thumb sends it skittering into a gutter, his attention trapped on its progress. By the time he has retrieved it, mumbling sourly, Ned has pounced and vanished, melting into the crowd. He moves slickly for a big lad, even one cradling stolen potatoes in an untucked shirt.

“Sorry. Butterfingers.” Vi smiles, savouring the spud’s warmth as she heads home.





Ellis Blackwood writes very British historical mysteries: fiendish whodunits packed with singular characters, vivid period detail and plenty of wit. His completed nine-book Samuel Pepys Mysteries series is set in 17th century London. He is currently working on the Quill & Page Victorian Mysteries, featuring a found family of East End misfits investigating the crimes of the upper classes who cast them out.

A former journalist, Ellis wrote features for the UK's most popular national newspapers and magazines before escaping to Cornwall with his wife, two daughters and Spike the dog. He holds an MA in Comedy Writing, which explains a lot.

He grew up on The Hardy Boys and Three Investigators, graduated to Sherlock Holmes, and has never quite recovered from Columbo. He prefers writing female sleuths, with the odd chap thrown in, and is firmly convinced that historical settings are simply more fascinating.

"Absolutely fabulous, reek of authenticity, full of intrigue and fun" – Amazon review of the Samuel Pepys Mysteries

 

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