Kiss Her Goodbye

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A Great Place To LiveWoodsbridge, New York, is the sort of upscale community where the American Dream is alive and thriving-shiny cars, beautiful homes, and safe, tree-shaded streets. There are pools where kids splash each other gleefully, and soccer games where moms cheer their teenagers from the sidelines. For Kathleen Carmody, moving to Woodsbridge is an attempt to escape memories of her own rough childhood and a shattering secret that still haunts her. It's a place where her 13-year-old daughter Jen will have...
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A Great Place To LiveWoodsbridge, New York, is the sort of upscale community where the American Dream is alive and thriving-shiny cars, beautiful homes, and safe, tree-shaded streets. There are pools where kids splash each other gleefully, and soccer games where moms cheer their teenagers from the sidelines. For Kathleen Carmody, moving to Woodsbridge is an attempt to escape memories of her own rough childhood and a shattering secret that still haunts her. It's a place where her 13-year-old daughter Jen will have everything Kathleen didn't. The Pefect Place To Die But suddenly, the sleepy, affluent suburb is gripped by fear. One by one, teenage girls are disappearing from Woodbridge's "safe" streets. Someone wants what these charmed people have. Someone who will take what they love most. Someone who is targeting girls with long, blond hair and brown eyes…girls who look a lot like Jen. Someone who is watching and waiting for the moment Kathleen drops her guard and kisses her daughter goodbye…
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Overburdened by a full cast of characters and an unnecessary amount of detail, this new suspense novel from Corsi Staub (after She Loves Me Not) starts out agonizingly slow, but it manages to keep readers in the dark about the killer's identity until the final pages. The idyllic community of Woodsbridge, N.Y., represents everything Kathleen Carmody didn't have growing up: love, stability and normalcy. But when a young teen disappears and a mysterious figure begins lurking around the field where Kathleen's 13-year-old daughter, Jen, plays soccer, Kathleen fears that her past may have come back to haunt her-and her daughter. Kathleen's big secret remains hidden for much of the book, which is a cause for some confusion. The constant narrative shifts-from Kathleen, to Jen, to their neighbor, to one of Jen's school acquaintances and then to some possibly shady characters the reader knows nothing about-only compound the problem. Still, Corsi Staub throws in several credible red herrings, and though she doesn't deliver nail-gnashing suspense, this competent mystery offers a challenging puzzle and some eerie chills. Agent, Laura Blake Peterson at Curtis Brown. (June) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786016419
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 6/1/2004
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 311,701
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.92 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Wendy Staub
Wendy Corsi Staub is the author of ten novels of suspense, including the New York Times bestsellers Don't Scream, Most Likely To Die, The Final Victim, and She Loves Me Not. She is currently working on her next suspense novel.
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KISS HER GOODBYE

By WENDY CORSI STAUB
ZEBRA BOOKS
Copyright © 2004 Wendy Corsi Staub
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4201-0344-1



Chapter One
"Mrs. Carmody?"

Startled, Kathleen glances up at the orthodontist's bleached-blond receptionist.

"Yes?"

"We need your insurance card again."

With a sigh, Kathleen puts aside an issue of Rosie magazine-a relic of a bygone era when there actually was a Rosie magazine-takes her purse from the back of her uncomfortable chair and crosses the crowded waiting room. Her ten-year-old son Curran, absorbed in his Gameboy, is the only one who doesn't look up.

Kathleen fishes for the card in her wallet, hands it to the woman, and waits while she examines it, frowns, photocopies it, and frowns again.

"Is this new insurance?" the receptionist asks.

"Not since we started coming here in May." She wonders if the receptionist is new. She's never seen her here before.

"Not a new group number?"

"Nope." Kathleen sighs inwardly. What is it with insurance? It's been six months since Matt switched jobs and they moved to western New York, but every doctor, dentist, and orthodontist appointment brings another round of complications.

The woman spins her chair toward a computer, taps a few keys with her right hand while holding the insurance card in her left. The computer whirs, and she glances up. "It'll be a few seconds; I just have to check something, Mrs. ... Katie?"

Katie.

A name from the past. Which means that the unfamiliar receptionist is also a name, a voice, a face from the past.

It's Kathleen's turn to frown, in that vague, polite, have we met? manner she's perfected since the move.

"You're Katie Gallagher, right?"

Not anymore, thank God.

"I used to be." Kathleen forces a pleasant smile. "It's Kathleen Carmody now."

"I'm Deb. Deb Duffy, I used to be, but now I'm Deb Mahalski."

The name doesn't ring a bell. Not that it would. Kathleen did her best to block out just about everyone she used to know. It's easier that way.

"I thought you moved away years ago," the woman chatters on.

Kathleen wants nothing more than to grab Curran and his Gameboy and bolt, but that's out of the question. This isn't the first time she's run into somebody who used to know her. And anyway, the receptionist is still holding her insurance card.

"I'm ... I did, but I'm back," Kathleen murmurs, absently noting Deb Mahalski's impossibly long, curved, crimson fingernails and wondering how she manages the keyboard.

"Where are you living now?"

"Woodsbridge."

Kathleen watches the woman glance down at her file on the desk; sees her overly plucked and penciled-in eyebrows rise. "Orchard Hollow? You've come a long way since Saint Brigid's."

So that's it. We were Catholic schoolgirls together in another lifetime.

"Did you hear they tore down the church and school a few years ago to build a new Wegman's?"

"I heard."

"That's your son?" Deb asks, with a nod at Curran.

"Yes."

"I have two girls, three and five." She gestures her poufy pile of hair, caught back in a plastic butterfly clip, toward a framed photo on the desk. "Do you have other kids?"

"A younger son. And a daughter. She's ... older."

"And you're married?"

"Mmm hmm."

It's not as though she can dodge the questions. After all, few taps of the computer keys would reveal everything anyone would want to know about her life.

Not everything.

Nobody knows everything. Not even Matt. Nor the children.

And they never will, Kathleen assures herself, clasping her trembling hands into fists within the deep pockets of her corduroy barn coat.

"I'm home! Sorry I'm late, Jen!" Stella Gattinski calls as she simultaneously steps from the attached garage into her kitchen and out of the brown leather pumps that have tortured her feet all afternoon.

"It's okay, Mrs. Gattinski."

Jen Carmody, the "bestest and most beautifulest babysitter in the whole wide world," according to Stella's two-year-old twin daughters, smiles up from the raised brick hearth in the adjoining family room, where a stuffed animal tea party is in progress.

The April day the Carmody family moved to Woodsbridge from the Midwest was one lucky day for Stella. Wholesome Jen is terrific with Mackenzie and Michaela, and she's at the perfect age: about thirteen. Old enough to be responsible for two small children, and too young for dating, driving, and most extracurricular school activities.

She comes every Wednesday to meet the twins when the day care bus drops them off. Wednesdays are Stella's late day at school; she's the French club advisor and that's the afternoon they meet.

Before Stella hired Jen, she was forced to rely on Elise Gattinski, aka the mother-in-law from hell, for Wednesday child care. Her own mother used to do it, but ever since Daddy's death last year, Stella hates to ask her. Mom's grown increasingly frail; she isn't up to caring for a pair of twin preschoolers.

Kurt's mother is hardly frail and she frequently offers to help out, but Stella always loathed using her as a regular babysitter. Not a week went by when Elise didn't make some dig about working mothers neglecting their children's needs-and, even worse, their husbands' needs. Thank God Stella no longer needs her help, unless she's in a pinch.

"Mommy, Jen doesn't have to leave now, does she?"

"Yeah, Mommy, she said we can play Candyland again after this," Michaela promptly joins Mackenzie's whining. "Can you go back to work?"

Stella grins. "Sorry, kiddo. You're stuck with me."

There's a brief commotion, then Michaela breaks off midwail to announce, "Mommy, guess what? Jen rescued a ladybug!"

"Yeah, the ladybug landed on her arm and I hate bugs so I wanted to kill it but Jen wouldn't let us," MacKenzie puts in.

"She says never kill anything," Michaela adds, "not even yucky bugs! Because they want to go home to their mommies."

"Jen's right," Stella says approvingly. "Did anyone call, Jen?"

"Just Mr. Gattinski." Jen doesn't seem to mind Mackenzie's hands attempting to braid her long blond hair. "He said to tell you he's got a late meeting and to eat without him."

Stella's grin fades. Another late meeting. That's the second time this week, and it's only half-over.

"Kenz, get your hands out of Jen's hair," she says absently, wondering who Kurt's meeting with tonight.

His promotion to vice president at Lakeside Savings and Loan seemed like a blessing, coming at the tail end of Stella's extended maternity leave. But that was almost two years ago, when money was scarce and family togetherness was not. Their household had just doubled in size, sweeping a dazed Stella from busy middle school teacher to invalid on bedrest to stay-at-home mom. Quite honestly, Kurt-with his banker's hours-was underfoot and on her nerves at that point, anyway.

Now she's back to work; he's a vice president; they've got a savings account, a Volvo station wagon, a weekly housekeeper, and this newly built center hall Colonial in Orchard Hollow.

Not to mention the most adorable little girls on the planet.

Life couldn't be better.

Really.

After checking the clock on the microwave-5:26 already?-Stella fumbles in her wallet for a twenty and a ten. Jen's been here since three, and her hourly rate is only eight dollars, but Stella gives her ten an hour and always rounds up. The twins are a handful. Plus, it's only one afternoon a week.

"Girls, get off Jen's lap so she can stand up," Stella says.

Her daughters ignore her.

Jen giggles as Michaela throws her arms around her and gives her a bear hug.

Depositing her purse on the breakfast bar, Stella strides across the toy-strewn carpet, money in hand. She deftly plucks a wriggling Mackenzie off of Jen and pries Michaela's arms from around Jen's neck.

"I know you guys love Jen, but she has to go home. Her mommy is probably wondering where she is." And your mommy is wondering where your daddy is. "Please tell your mom I'm sorry it's so late, Jen."

"Actually, my mom's not home. She had to take Curran to the orthodontist in Amherst at four and they never get out of there for hours."

That's true. Kathleen Carmody was complaining about it just the other day when Stella ran into her at the supermarket. She mentioned that her older son has had three appointments with Doctor Deare so far and he's always running behind-and that his waiting room magazines are at least a year old.

"Maybe I should take up cross-stitch or knitting," Kathleen said, rolling her green eyes. "I've got years of this ahead of me. Our dentist is already positive that Riley"-the youngest Carmody-"is going to need braces, too."

But not Jen. Stella finds herself admiring the teenager's perfectly even white smile. Add that to her wide-set brown eyes, fine bone structure, and willowy build, and she looks like a fresh-faced fashion model. She even has a quirky characteristic on par with Cindy Crawford's mole and Lauren Hutton's widely spaced front teeth: a thin streak of white hair running through the golden brown hair of her left eyebrow.

Next to her teenaged sitter, Stella feels frumpier than ever. Her own unruly dark blond hair is pulled back into a black velvet headband-the kind that went out of style more than a decade ago for all but New England finishing school students. The last twenty pounds of maternity weight still cling stubbornly to her hips and stomach, yet Stella refuses to acknowledge that they might be here to stay. That's why she's still wearing skirts and tops she bought a few months into the pregnancy, instead of something more streamlined and fashionable. She refuses to buy new clothes in size fourteen.

She notes with envy Jen's slender figure in jeans and a simple tucked-in T-shirt. Oh, to be young and skinny again....

"Do you still need me on Saturday night, Mrs. Gattinski?" Jen brushes off her jeans and casually tosses her silky hair back over her shoulders as she stands.

"Saturday night ... yes! We've got that Chamber of Commerce dinner. I almost forgot. Mr. Gattinski will pick you up at seven."

"I can walk over," Jen protests, and murmurs her thanks as Stella hands her the thirty dollars.

"You're welcome. And no, you can't walk over; it'll be dark by seven. In fact ..." Stella glances over Michaela's red hair at the sliding glass doors that lead out to the deck and fenced yard. "It's almost dark now. Come on, I'll drive you home. Girls, where are your coats?"

"That's okay, don't do that, Mrs. Gattinski. By the time you get them bundled up and into the car seats, I'll be home."

"I don't know ..." Stella looks again at the darkness falling. The thought of packing the kids into the car is exhausting, but-

"I'll be fine. I'll see you two on Saturday, okay?" Jen plants a kiss on each twin's cheek and heads for the front door.

As it closes behind her, Stella cuddles her daughters close on her lap and smooths their hair, the same shade and texture as her own. She sighs in contentment. Another long day has drawn to a close. All she wants to do is throw on sweats-even better, pajamas-and collapse on the couch.

"I miss Jen," Mackenzie laments.

"Me, too," chimes the inevitable echo.

You should have insisted on driving Jen home, Stella chides herself, glancing again at the shadows beyond the sliding glass door. It isn't a good idea for a teenaged girl to be out alone after dark.

Not that this neighborhood isn't the safest around. It isn't like their old street in Cheektowaga, where there were three car break-ins in the month before they moved. But still ...

April Lukoviak.

The name flits into Stella's thoughts, sending a ripple of uneasiness through her.

April Lukoviak, who lived with her mother up the road at Orchard Arms, has been missing for weeks now-since right around Labor Day. There were fliers up all over the development back when school started. They were cheap, photocopied fliers made by the people who lived in the apartment complex, featuring a poorly reproduced black-and-white image of a pretty teenaged girl with long, straight blond hair like Jen's.

At first, the other mothers at the bus stop were disconcerted by the fliers. They kept a wary eye even on their teenaged children, especially the girls. Then people started talking about how April didn't get along with her mother, who supported the two of them with food stamps, welfare checks, and by tending bar. People said that April was always threatening to run off to California, where her father reportedly last lived. The police seemed to think that theory made sense.

After awhile, September rains blurred the typed descriptions of April. Fierce autumn winds blew in off Lake Erie to tear the fliers from the development's lampposts and slender young trees, blowing them away altogether.

But every once in a while, when Stella passes Orchard Arms or goes through the drive-through at the fast-food restaurant where April worked, she finds herself thinking of her. She wonders what ever happened to her; wonders if she really did run away.

If anything ever happened to Jen, you'd be responsible. Next time, you'll insist on driving her home. After all, bad things can happen in safe neighborhoods, too.

Jen has always liked the sound of leaves crunching beneath her feet. So much that she goes out of her way to step in the piles that line the edge of the pavement along the cul de sac. There are no sidewalks here in Orchard Hollow, and the houses are bigger, farther apart, and newer than they were back in Ohio, where centuries-old trees scattered abundant drifts of leaves in October.

Here, there are leaves, too, but not many. There's only a scattering of old trees that weren't bulldozed when the houses were built, and the slender new maples and oaks that are still supported by stakes and wires barely have branches.

"I don't like it here," Riley announced on sunny moving-in day last April. "There's no trees and shade. I want to go home."

He had been whining in an annoying singsong voice already for six hours in the overpacked Chevy Tahoe, making Jen long to be riding in the U-haul truck behind them with Dad and Curran. But this time, Jen secretly agreed with her little brother's sentiment. She desperately missed Indiana already. Even the trees. Especially the trees.

"There will be shade when the leaves pop out," Mom promised, as she put the car into Park and turned off the engine, sealing their fate. 9 Sarah Crescent-a two-story, yellow-sided Colonial with blue shutters and stickers still on the windows- was officially home.

The house-and Woodsbridge-really do feel more like home now, six months later. Especially now that school and soccer are underway and the strangely cool, mostly cloudy western New York summer has given way to the more familiar and comforting chill of autumn.

Jen feels good about living here; good about the friends she's made and about her regular babysitting job for the Gattinskis. Mrs. Gattinski is so warm and nice, and the girls are adorable.

Too bad Mr. Gattinski gives me the creeps, Jen thinks with a twinge of guilt.

Okay, he's not necessarily creepy. It's just that sometimes, the way he looks at her makes her skin crawl. He seems to notice her more than somebody's husband-and somebody's father-should notice a kid her age.

But most of the time, he's not even around. And anyway, the job is worth the few minutes she has to endure in the car with him making stilted conversation whenever he picks her up or drops her off.

Realizing she's starved, Jen quickens her pace. Rounding the corner onto Cuttington Road, she walks along the edge where tangled vines, bushes, and trees border the still vacant lots. From here she can see the cluster of homes, including the Carmodys', that make up Sarah Crescent just ahead.

Jen inhales the sweet, smoky scent of leaves and somebody's fireplace, wondering what Mom has planned for dinner. Maybe she's got stew or chili in the Crock-Pot. And some of those brown-and-serve rolls that taste like the kind you get in a bread basket at a nice restaurant.

Back in Indiana, Dad worked late every night, and they ate a lot of grilled cheese and frozen pizza without him. But Mom's been on a cooking kick ever since they moved east, planning and preparing nightly family dinners like she's trying to transform herself into Martha Stewart or something. Over the summer, she was the queen of marinating and grilling; now she's into the Crock-

Jen jumps, hearing a noise behind her.

Probably a dog in the bushes, she thinks, scanning the seemingly empty road. Or maybe some kind of animal. What if . . .

Are there bears here?

(Continues...)



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    Amazing read that keeps you guessing till the end!

    Wendi Corsi Staub is an amazing author. I was never one to really get into the "Thriller" genre, but when I first picked up her novels I became hooked. 'Kiss her Goodbye' keeps you guessing till the very end. You always think you know who the killer is, but you will be shocked in the last chapters when you find out who was really behind the insanity! This book along with others she has written is a must read for fans of this genre! Even if you don't typically pick up her books you should try this one out! You will not be disappointed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2014

    Page turner

    Wow. Great book. Could not put down.




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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2013

    Super!

    Another great, suspenseful read! I have read eight of this author's books and they are all great! I plan on purchasing all of her books eventually!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2008

    Fantastic Book

    This author is soooo good at writing thrillers, that I hope she has already started on another book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2008

    A must read

    First book I have read by this author. Could not put the book down. A true page turner (so much for cleaning the house this weekend). I liked the characters. I liked the story-line. Had me guessing who the bad guy was and I was wrong at the end. Loved it! I'm planning on buying more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2007

    Scary

    Recently discovered this author and so far love the books I read. This was a page turner. Couldn't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2004

    Fantastic!!!

    A great book. I loved every page of it. Kept me guessing and I was surprised till the very end. This is the first book I've read of this author and will now look for the others. I've recommended it to many and they too loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2004

    Best I have read in a long long time!!

    I was up half the night -it is a book you cannot put down,I want to read more of her books , she is good. finally I found and author that I like and will buy more of her books.

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    Posted April 13, 2014

    2-dimensional

    The plot took some unusual turns, but I found the book to be lacking in depth.

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  • Posted May 8, 2013

    What a great author - just can't put her books down!!

    What a great author - just can't put her books down!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2012

    Highly recommended.

    I have read most of Wendy Corsi Staubs books and her novels hook me right from the beginning. She keeps the suspence going to the very end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2008

    great

    This book is very good, it kept me interested till the very end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2007

    i love all her books

    i love all her books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2005

    WOW really good!

    This book was very good, I couldn't put it down. I couldn't guess who the bad person was, and even when I did I couldn't figure out why. You have to read to the very end to find out who and why. This was the first book I read from this author but it won't be my last! I loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2004

    Best suspense book I've read in a while!

    I could not put this book down!! I would recommend this to anyone who is need of a great suspense book! Nothing predictable! I am in search of all her books!

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