Showing posts with label Keith Steinbaum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keith Steinbaum. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2019

You Say Goodbye by Keith Steinbaum - Great Murder Mystery Just Out!



If there’s a Beatles’ song that makes you happy, then you have something in common with a serial killer... 

Maldonado gulped some coffee and pointed toward the envelope. “Before I show you what’s in here,” he said, “I’m going to tell you something about Ms. Franklin’s murderer that we’ve known from the beginning.” Rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth, he looked away for a moment before returning his attention to Sean. “Do you recall the writing on the two pieces of paper above the headboard?”
“One paper had ‘hello’ written on it,” Sean answered. “The other one, ‘goodbye.’” 
“You’re a rock ’n roll guy,” Maldonado said. “Do those two words sound familiar?” 
“Only if you’re talking about The Beatles’ song,” he answered. 
Maldonado nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Sean. The same man who murdered Ms. Franklin has done the identical thing seven other times, dating back six years. He’s a serial killer the press has dubbed, ‘The Beatles’ Song Murderer.’ He’s left pieces of paper with the name of a different Beatles’ song every time.”



You Say Goodbye

By Keith Steinbaum


"Many of us are driven to write through experiences born from pain, generating a need
to uniquely express our own inner turmoil. Light-hearted inspiration is certainly an
enviable reason to tap into one’s creative juices, but those feelings don’t stimulate the
kinds of thoughts that lodge within me and grow in complexity. I can pinpoint a tragic,
life-changing event occurring in my mid-teens that transformed me into a writer, and
it seems that the weightier side of life continues to be my motivation." -Keith Steinbaum
http://keithsteinbaum.com/index.html

Can we ever trust our point of view When what seemed real is far from true? 
~ from “Looking Glass” by The Sean Hightower Band


April 11, 2008, 9:35 p.m.: 

“Your time has come, Merissa,” he told her, his words uncoiling snakelike in venomous intention. “I have no further use for you.” 
“No!” she screamed, her desperate plea rendered to a garbled wail from the cheekbone-to-cheekbone gray duct tape covering her mouth. “No!” Looking at him standing in the doorway, gun in his hand, the juxtaposition of events culminating in this moment ripped through her consciousness with the unrelenting speed of an assault rifle...
He’d called from his car, explaining that he wanted to give her a gift “to show his appreciation for what she did for him.” 
“I just bought it,” he told her, “and I think you’re really going to like it.” With her makeup already off and lounging in Sean’s sweats and her slippers, Merissa’s plan centered around a glass of wine and finishing her book, but the thoughtfulness of his gift softened her resistance. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he said. “How far away are you?”
“Twenty minutes, max.” “All right, but it’s Friday night, and it’s been a crazy week at work, so no shop talk, okay?” 
“I promise. The only thing I’ll say is I’m sorry you got upset with me. You were right and I learned a lesson.”
“It’s over with,” she replied. “I’ll see you soon.” 
“Hey, one more thing. If you don’t mind, I want to show you a magic trick I just learned. It’s a good one.” 
“Bring it on,” she said, laughing. 
“Is Sean there?” he asked. “I want him to see it, too.” 
“No,” she answered. “He performs at a club on Friday nights.” 
“That’s right, I forgot. You told me that before.” When she opened the door, his first comment pertained to her new hairstyle. “Wow, look at you,” he said. “You’ve got short hair now.” She had no reason to be anything but unsuspecting when he walked in carrying the wrapped, box-shaped gift. Reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, he removed a deck of cards. “First the trick, then the gift,” he told her. Directing her to sit at the table in the front room, he asked her to examine the cards before shuffling them several times. “Take any card you wish, but don’t let me see it.” Selecting the Jack of Hearts, she followed his request to insert the card back into the deck wherever she desired. “Now,” he said, “shuffle them as often as you want.” She did as instructed before returning the cards to him. Placing the deck face up on the table, he spread them around to allow the visibility of every card except for one, which remained face down. “Is that your card?” he asked. Merissa squinted and shook her head in disbelief after turning over the Jack of Hearts. “That’s a good one,” she told him. “I’ve got one more to show you,” he said, placing the cards on the table, “but I’ll need two sheets of blank paper and something to write with. In the meantime, may I use your bathroom?”
Merissa entered the kitchen but dashed back to the table when she heard the bathroom door close. “This will be my little disappearing trick,” she said, chuckling to herself. “To reappear as you leave.” Grasping the Jack of Hearts from the top, she placed it in her pocket before hurrying into the kitchen to retrieve the requested items. When he returned, she watched as he printed the word hello on one of the sheets of paper. 
“Now on this one,” he said, handing her the other sheet, “write the word goodbye in your regular handwriting.” The instant she finished, before she even had the chance to look up, the violent motion of a clamping hand slammed over her mouth in the simultaneous placement of the gun against her cheekbone.  
"If you scream, I’ll kill you.” His voice was a muted shout. “Do you understand me?” Merissa couldn’t think at first, too shocked and terrified to respond. “Answer me!” Eyes shut tight, she nodded her head. “Now lead me to your bedroom.” With one arm wrapped around her neck, he placed the metal gun tip inside her ear, nudging Merissa forward until they stood at the edge of the bed. 
“Lie face down and keep your mouth shut.” 
“Is this really you?” she hissed. “How could you do this?”  ...
~~~


Meeting Keith Steinbaum through his first novel, The Poe Consequence, (which, by the way, will be re-released this year) had been quite an experience, so I was pleased to see a new novel from this author. You Say Goodbye, as his earlier title reflects, immediately pushes another experience into your mind. In this case, The Beatles, singing, You Say Goodbye! I thoroughly enjoy books that include references to songs, and this one didn't disappoint... Good Music... Good Suspenseful Mystery...

Hello, Goodbye, had been the pages left at this latest murder, but there had been 7 other murders before that--each leaving the name of a Beatles Song, which obviously led to the murderer being called The Beatles' Song Murderer...

The latest to be killed was Merissa, lover of Sean Hightower, a once-famous musician, who, now much older, was discouraged that he seemed no longer to be able to write songs after his one-time big hit "Looking Glass." 



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Although it was unusual to have investigators asking for help from a civilian, given that the serial killer had now 8 murders to his name, and what had been turned up so far, the FBI felt that the murderer might have known his latest victim, and thus, they were hoping that Sean would also know him... Obviously Sean was "in..." wanting to find who had taken the one important person in his life...



The interaction of the investigation was intriguing and, ultimately, a tough whodunit to solve. I thought the one clue that came up front was going to provide me a solution...but that sure didn't help up to the climax...

On the other hand, what happened between the murder and the climax of that mystery was so completely different and memorable, that the fantastic mystery became secondary! And it was all because of what happened to Sean Hightower...

Steinbaum talks a little on his blog (and shown above) about his need to write about the weightier side of our lives. I would have been happy reading a good mystery, and moving on to another story, if it wasn't for the second component of You Say Goodbye.

Sean Hightower had grown to be a bitter man, especially after Merissa was murdered. He was short-tempered and was told not to come back to the bar where he sang until he was better... But how was that supposed to happen? He was the black sheep of the family. 


And all Sean had left in his life was one  hit song long ago and a band that nobody even remembered...  

The difference between Steinbaum's two novels is almost night and day, yet each provides readers with a depth of complexity that is beyond the norm and originality. Related to the murders, I wanted to know more about the other 7 who had died before Merissa, and thus I've provided a song in memory for each of those young girls... Yet moving on to meeting Kayleigh, a neighbor, was so much more satisfying.




 I recommend that you don't miss this one...for many reasons...





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Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Poe Consequence - Where Horror and Street Fiction Collide! By Keith Steinbaum...




The Poe Consequence

                                                                         
Swat rubbed his face and flinched
at the surprising swelling circling
his right eye...his fingers seemed
to touch melted wax...he felt
disturbed by the gauze=like
fuzziness of his vision...
~~~


By Keith Steinbaum



English: the signature of Edgar Allan Poe Espa...


English: Edgar Allan Poe.
English: Edgar Allan Poe.
(Photo credit: Wikipedia

                                                                                    











Are you a fan of Edgar Allan Poe? Do you enjoy the dark, the macabre? Have you by chance read The Tell Tale Heart? A vid is provided if you'd like it as background. Even if you don't listen to it all, play a little and set the mood... For you are about to learn of a contemporary novel based upon his works... Can you get too involved with Poe? Some have and have learned of the

Consequences...

Read on only if you dare...




They were both there that night... 

All the Diablos were looking for was their enemies...it had been reported that The Lobos would be there. It was time for some payback... Tonight was the night. They saluted Apache and went searching...

Their enemy was worried about something far less than respect for a fallen one...They were out of beer! No money...guess they had to get it the usual way...just where would they go tonight...


In the cool, reflective silence, as the six other Diablos
surrounded the candle's meditative flame, Face turned
to contemplate the ultimate legacy to Apache's artistic
 gift...Carlos had come to represent victory over the
enemy,,,
...But Face sensed the possibility of another spirit. A
different  kind of warrior. An uncommon type of war.
~~~



It happened to be the same store that a certain professor was headed for... for a quick stop that would, unfortunately, end that night!
Warren and Kevin, twins, had bonded early and remained close, although not necessarily with the same interests.















Warren had loved the works of Poe 
Seizing the last can of Bud, King walked through the
darkness to the other side of the park...From his first day
in the gang, two things were made clear: You could die
any day, so every moment you're alive, live it as a Lobo.
And because you could die any day, if you wanted something
bad enough, do whatever the fuck it takes to get it.
Miguel "King" Ruiz had learned his lessons well, and
tonight he wanted to get drunk and party like a Lobo--
no matter what it took...
Either way, man or woman, somebody was gonna be his
bitch tonight.
~~~
and had carried that love and interest in literature into his professional decisions and became a professor. 

While in New Orleans, Warren planned to take advantage of the location and visit a psychic. Kevin enjoyed launching into his usual tirade about con artists. But nothing would dissuade Warren.

Although when he got back, he didn't want to share what he had been told...

In fact he had run out of her place before she had finished the last card in his Tarot spread... 

Can't say I blame him--she was telling him a lot of strange, eerie stuff!

Still, there was no reason for Warren to connect that fortune with stopping at a corner store that night. The Lobos were already there, getting ready to get that beer for the party to come. When the Diablos learned where they would be, they planned a drive-by...

But Warren and his son got in the middle and when one grabbed Warren's son, he ran to get him and was shot in the back. Face had yelled, trying to ensure nobody hit the boy, but they didn't realize that Warren also was an outsider...

Dean had long ago accepted the general populace's ignorance concerning most of the depressing bullshit that cops see every day. Dean just wanted to do whatever he could to keep the lid on the ever-simmering cauldron of violence, but he hadn't been doing a good job of it in recent weeks. There had been a total of seventeen reported deaths between the Lobos and Diablos over the last two and a half months and eight of them were diagnosed as heart failure. Eight massive heart attacks striking young men with no previous history of heart problems...
and why only to those two gangs...
~~~
  
It is amazing to realize that this is a first novel for Steinbaum... He brings the literary horror message from Poe, and in particular The Tell Tale heart, and adds it to Street Lit gang banger activities directly from the LA streets! No wonder the police have no idea how to deal with the deaths that began to happen...There was no physical evidence, no witnesses, no reason for death, at least until the autopsy showed what was inside each body.  Of course each of the eyes were affected as well.

Only when an enterprising police officer started a matrix connection was it clear that once a member of either of these two gangs killed somebody, then that individual would be killed the next day... Kevin who had worked on a set of gang-related articles was even brought in by the police, hoping he could add info from his early meetings...

There are a couple of paranormal issues thrown into that mix that really spices up the adventure for readers. Got to say I loved the concept, the story line and the implementation merge of today's world with the one present during Poe's time.  Whew! The Poe Consequence is scary, eloquent, weird, literary writing at its finest and a story worthy, in my opinion, of being a followup to Poe's classics!


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About the Author

As a professional lyricist, Keith Steinbaum has co-written songs that have been heard throughout the world. His poetry has been published in various anthologies, and he received an International Poet of Merit award from the International Society of Poets. This is his first novel.