After a temperamental meltdown on stage, Sean Hightower, a regretful and resentful “one-hit wonder” rock musician hoping for a comeback, returns to his girlfriend’s condo seeking comfort from the woman he loves. But after letting himself in, he discovers her naked body on the bed, murdered from a bullet to the head. When the police detective arrives and sees the two taped pieces of paper on the wall with the word, “hello,” on one and “goodbye,” on the other, he realizes that the renowned serial killer, The Beatles Song Murderer, has struck again. In the days that follow, he reaches another conclusion—the Beatles Song Murderer is probably somebody Sean knows. Now the detective needs Sean’s help to find the killer.

TAYLOR JONES SAYS: In You Say Goodbye by Keith Steinbaum, Sean Hightower, an aging, “one-hit,” rock star, returns home from work one night to find his girlfriend murdered. Sean doesn’t take it well, spiraling down into depression and even contemplating suicide. But a chance encounter with a neighbor girl suffering from cancer changes Sean’s perspective and makes him determined to help the detective find his girlfriend’s killer, the only clue to his identity being the words to a Beatles’ song left on the wall above the bed where she was murdered. As Sean begins investigating the men close to his girlfriend, he unwittingly places his own life in danger.

With wonderful characters, plenty of tension and suspense, and a number of twists and turns, Steinbaum has crafted a worthy addition to the mystery genre. A great read.

REGAN MURPHY SAYS: You Say Goodbye by Keith Steinbaum is the story of Sean Hightower, an aging musician whose one claim to fame is “Looking Glass,” the one big hit of his career. Now fifty, Sean works at his father’s auto dealership, plays his guitar part time at a bar, and dreams of once again writing a hit song. Sean’s main source of comfort and strength in his life is his girlfriend Merissa. But when Sean returns home from the bar one evening, he finds Merissa’s naked body on the bed with a bullet in her head. Devastated, Sean eventually contemplates suicide, but two things happen to return his will to live. He meets the cancer-stricken neighbor girl, Kayleigh, and the detective investigating Merissa’s murder asks for Sean’s help. Kayleigh’s strength and determination to fight her disease impacts Sean deeply, making him realize how much he has to be thankful for. And the detective convinces him that together they can find the killer and get justice for Merissa. But as Sean digs for the truth, he is unprepared for all the dark secrets he uncovers—or the target he has painted on his own back.

You Say Goodbye combines marvelous character development with an intriguing mystery and spine-tingling suspense, creating a moving and poignant tale that will keep you on the edge of your seat all the way through.

Online Book ClubYou Say Goodbye is a novel written by Keith Steinbaum about a musician by the name of Sean Hightower, whose musical career has been going nowhere. The only thing he had to look forward to was time with his girlfriend. After a temper tantrum at one of his gigs one night, Sean went to her apartment and found her dead. There were two signs on her headboard, one saying hello and the other saying goodbye. She had been raped and murdered by a serial killer, who has been called “The Beatles’ Song Murderer”. This is because he leaves messages from Beatles’ songs at his murder scenes.

Keith Steinbaum, the author, is very good at drawing the reader in and holding his attention until the story is over. You think you have figured out who the murderer is until the next clue throws suspicion at someone else. He gives you one twist after another until the surprise, intense ending occurs. The dialogue between characters is believable and written in everyday language.

Book Readers HeavenI recommend that you don’t miss this one…for many reasons…

Meeting Keith Steinbaum through his first novel, <i>The Poe Consequence</i>, (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. <i>You Say Goodbye</i>, 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 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…

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.

Readers Favorite: 5 out of 5 stars I can see this story becoming a movie or a TV series and being an instant hit.

Sean Hightower didn’t have the best of musical careers, but he just kept going. After earning his one-hit wonder title, the rock musician tried his luck again and again. After one particularly gruesome stage performance, Sean thinks it is best to go to his girlfriend and seek comfort from her. However, when he enters her condo, he finds her naked and dead on her bed. She was shot in the head, leaving two notes taped to the wall that said “hello” and “goodbye” on them. They make absolutely no sense to Sean but the police detective connects them to the return of the “Beatles Song Murderer.” What really baffles the detective the most is the fact that Sean possibly knows the killer, only he has no idea who it is. The detective needs his help, but how can Sean help him when he doesn’t even know who that person is?

You Say Goodbye by Keith Steinbaum is a murder mystery that uses Beatles’ song titles in the best way possible. The title of the novel is perfect for the story and I gave the author brownie points just for this! Apart from that, the novel is actually pretty great. From the moment the story begins, the author gives readers a bomb to start their journey with. After that, the author kept the momentum and ensured that the reader was interested and invested while at the same time making sure that they stayed fully immersed in this adventurous ride. Sean is not a character that you will instantly like, but you will be cheering him on, wanting him to survive because you will not be able to live without finding out who is the killer. The narrative is so powerful that you cannot help but feel as if you are transported right there beside Sean and living his life with him. This is the best kind of experience that an author can give to a reader and I love the author for giving me this.

Donald Richard, TopShelf Reviews: One of the most touching and inspiring crime thrillers you’ll ever read.

For Sean Hightower, musician, songwriter, and former recording artist, life in the 1980’s had brought him a sudden burst of notoriety for his chart-topping hit “Looking Glass.” But it was all lost when his record company was bought out. Even more tragically, Sean’s girlfriend, Merissa, falls victim to the notorious “Beatles song” killer––a  killer infamous for leaving Beatles song references at the scene of each murder, after binding, raping, and then firing a fatal shot to the right temple. In Merissa’s case, two notes, one with the word “Hello” and another with the word “Goodbye” are taped to the wall above the horrific crime scene. A phone call from police detective Ray Maldonado and a chance meeting with, quite literally, the girl next door, Kayleigh––a young lady with a devastating cancer diagnosis and an unquenchable desire to battle for life––bring Sean from the brink of suicide. While Maldonado needs Sean’s help to solve the murder, Sean discovers that his new friend Kayleigh has reignited his own will to carry on. As he digs deeper into the case, he unwittingly draws danger to both himself and Kayleigh, culminating in a desperate and deadly confrontation with the serial killer himself. You Say Goodbye satisfies on a profoundly emotional and thrilling level, with both a heart-pounding climax and a genuinely touching conclusion. There is a bit of profanity overload; however, the book is so good that I can forgive that.

Chapter 1

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?”

She winced as he placed his mouth near the same ear as the gun. “Don’t waste my time,” he whispered, his hot breath icing her blood.

Doing as he commanded, she felt his immediate weight drop on top of her.

“Lift your head.”


Grabbing her hair, he made her cry out in pain.

“Do it!”

After feeling the entire gun placed down between her shoulder blades, a sticky, ripping sound preceded the sight of the duct tape, the same kind found in hundreds of thousands of kitchen drawers and garage shelves. Sliding a long strip across her field of vision on the way toward her mouth, he jerked back hard, like on the reins of a runaway horse, as he secured the ends of the tape firmly on the back of each cheekbone. Maintaining the force of his weight, he pushed his hand on the back of her head, forcing it back down. Unable to see anything, she felt the end of the gun barrel again.

“I’m only going to say this once,” he told her. “We’re going to stand up now, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. If you don’t…” He tapped the gun along the back of her head. “But we don’t need to think about that, do we?”

Rising from the bed, her eyes yo-yo’d between his and the gun in his hand.

“Take off your sweatshirt.”

The tears blurred Merissa’s vision as she stared, helpless, still struggling to comprehend her cluelessness and the horrifying string of events. Bending forward to avoid his vile gaze, her hands shook as she fumbled with the zipper. Removing the sweatshirt, she dropped it to the floor while maintaining a hunched position.

“Straighten up!”

Unsure whether to oblige him at first, she did as he asked, leaving her arms pressed against her breasts.

“No bra? How typical,” he said, his tone seemingly scornful. “Now everything else.”

Standing naked before him, Merissa’s attempt to maintain her composure collapsed under an avalanche of ice-cold fear as his eyes spider-crawled her body. At first, the words emanating from his mouth didn’t register and she couldn’t move.

“We’re wasting time!” he spat. “I said, ‘face down on the bed!’”

Within moments of following his order, he pounced, straddling her back as he clutched her left wrist. He attempted to grasp her right one, but Merissa tore away from his grip twice before a painful upward jerk of her arm forced her to relent. The clicking sound of the locking handcuffs signaled and sealed her fate, and when he turned her over, he glared, as if incensed over something she’d done wrong.

“You’re just another whore like all the others, Merissa,” he whispered, his voice robotic in its cold inhumanity. “And now you’re going to get what you always wanted.”

Merissa kicked at him, but he caught her by the ankle, extending her leg out and squeezing in a vice-like grip.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he told her. “That’ll ruin all the fun.”

Turning her eyes away as he leered at her naked body, she couldn’t prevent herself from hearing his voice.

“You were meant to be mine from the first time we met, Merissa. But you knew that, didn’t you? Oh, yes, of course you knew.”

She slammed her teary eyes shut as he undressed, keeping them closed when he fell upon her. A spate of hateful cussing spewed from his mouth as he proceeded to penetrate her with a painful, merciless aggression. She couldn’t bear to listen to him, didn’t dare glimpse the face of someone so evil. She tried to think him away, to envision herself in a loving embrace with Sean, but the physical reality overwhelmed any attempt to escape inside her mind.

Merissa didn’t know how long her ordeal lasted, but after he lifted his body off, she retained hope the worst was over. He continued focusing his attention on her as he dressed, presenting an expression she couldn’t decipher while straightening his collar and slipping on his jacket. Retrieving the thick roll of tape from the floor, he secured her ankles together, preventing any chance at movement.

“Can’t have you kicking the door closed while I’m gone,” he said, removing a glove from his pocket.

He walked out, leaving Merissa praying for his immediate departure. She listened for the opening of the front door but instead heard the sound of the sliding door leading to her balcony, followed by a jangling of keys.

“Go away!” she wailed.

Devastation shrouded her senses as he reappeared in the doorway with his gun in one hand and, in the other, the two pieces of paper with the words hello and goodbye.

“Your time has come, Merissa. I have no further use for you.”

“No! No!”

“I have no choice, do I?” he told her, closing the door. “After all, now that I’ve had you, you’re no good to me anymore.”

He placed the sheet that said hello above one side of the headboard, using another strip of the tape. He attached the one that read goodbye on the other side. Merissa screamed in raw, stifled helplessness, begging with her eyes for mercy. He took a deep breath and gazed at her with an expression that seemed almost waxen.

“Don’t you see, Merissa? Now that I’ve had you, no other man ever can. Not like my spread-legged mother.”

As his gun hovered above her head, the cold-blooded, detached tone of his voice sent her mind reeling toward the realization of experiencing her final moments. A sudden, overpowering calm blanketed her senses as the unmistakable vision of her mother appeared—maybe in her mind, maybe in the room…she couldn’t tell…smiling at her daughter and beckoning her.

“I’ll make this quick and painless, Merissa,” he whispered, “but no one must hear.”

He rolled her over, sat on the side of her body, and leaned forward to place a pillow over her head with his hand remaining on top. The ringing of her telephone didn’t register under the weighted blackness, nor did the end of his gun nudged under the pillow against the right side of her forehead, as his concluding words crooned the chorus of the familiar Beatles’ refrain, signified by the title of those two indicative words on the wall.

© 2019 by Keith Steinbaum