Tonight I Said Goodbye

Tonight I Said Goodbye

by Michael Koryta

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ISBN-13: 9781429906210
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 04/01/2007
Series: Lincoln Perry Series , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 77,477
File size: 671 KB

About the Author

MICHAEL KORYTA's first novel, Tonight I Said Goodbye, was published when he was just twenty-one. He lives in Bloomington, Indiana, where he began working as a newspaper reporter and for a private investigator while still in high school. Tonight I Said Goodbye won the St. Martin's Press/Private Eye Writers of America Contest for first novel and the Great Lakes Book Award for best mystery, and was a finalist for the Edgar Award for best first novel. His other novels include Envy the Night (winner of the 2008 mystery/thriller Los Angeles Times Book Prize), The Silent Hour, and Those Who Wish Me Dead.

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The last time John Weston saw his son alive, it was a frigid after-noon in the first week of March, and John's granddaughter was build-ing a snowman as the two men stood in the driveway and talked. Before he left, John gave his son a fatherly pat on the shoulder and promised to see him again soon. He saw him soon-stretched out in a morgue less than forty-eight hours later, dead of a small-caliber gun-shot wound to the head. John was saved the horror of viewing his granddaughter in a similar state, but the reason for that was a hollow consolation: Five-year-old Betsy Weston and her mother were missing.

John Weston told me this as we sat in his house in North Olmsted, a suburb on Cleveland's west side, five days later. Weston's living room was clean and well arranged but dark, with the window shades pulled, and smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. While he spoke, the old man stared at me with a scowl that betrayed no trace of grief but plenty of determination.

"Listen to me, Mr. Perry," he said, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke in my direction, I know my son. He did not kill himself, and he damn sure didn't hurt his family. Have you watched the news? You hear what those bastards are saying? They're saying my son killed his own wife and baby daughter, then killed himself." He slapped the coffee table with his hand hard enough to make some of my coffee splash over the rim of the Mug. "I will not tolerate that. I want to know what happened, and I want YOU and your partner to help me."

Weston sat on an enormous leather couch across from me, and I was in a bizarre chair with a curved wooden frame and a large, rip-pled plastic cushion. When I leaned back in it I immediately slid down until my head was parallel to the armrests. Feeling pretty ridiculous in that position, I'd tried an assortment of others before, surrendering to gravity and the slick cushion, I leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the chair, my elbows resting on my knees. Now I looked more intense than I felt, but it beat the alternatives.

"I've heard the television reports," I said. "But the police haven't said the murder/suicide angle is a legitimate theory, Mr. Weston. That's just some talking head in a newsroom trying to hold an audience with sen-sationalism."

Weston kept the scowl. He was in his upper seventies but still a large man; when he was younger he must have been massive. His legs were skinny now and his belly soft, but his broad chest and shoulders were a testament to his former size. He still had nearly a full head of gray hair, a nose that seemed too small for his face, and calculating, edgy eyes that took everything in as if he were looking for an excuse to shout. The pinky finger of his right hand was missing, and the ring finger ended in a stump just past the middle knuckle. While I sipped my coffee, he turned and pointed at two framed paintings on the wall behind him.

"You see those paintings?" he said.

They appeared to be World War II military scenes, and they were well done. Nothing fancy, just a talented artist's precise rendition of what he had seen. My type of painting-something you could appre-ciate without a master's degree in art.

"A buddy of mine did those," he said, and then coughed loudly, a wet, rasping hack like a shovel scraping snow off rough pavement. "Pretty good, aren't they?"

"Very nice." I finished my coffee and set the mug on the coffee table beside the business card I had given Weston. PERRY AND PRITCHARD INVESTIGATIONS it read. I was Lincoln Perry, and Joe Pritchard was my partner. We were just six months into the business now, but we'd already managed to accumulate a significant amount of debt. We tried not to boast about that accomplishment too often, though, especially to clients. Before going into private work, Joe and I had been partners in the Cleveland Police Department's narcotics division. I'd been forced into resignation, and he'd retired about a year later. Somehow, Joe had con-vinced me to meet with John Weston alone while he handled what would probably be a routine interview. I was regretting that arrangement now.
'What you see there in the paintings are a CG-4A glider and a tow plane," Weston said, looking back at the paintings again. "I flew the gliders."

"That was a one-of-a-kind experience, I imagine."

"You've got that right. There was never anything like it before, and there hasn't been since. By the time 'Nam rolled around they had heli-copters to do that job. In my war, though, it was gliders."

I thought about it, the experience of drifting down onto a battle-field in silence with no motor to power you.

"What'd it feel like, flying the thing?"

He smiled. "Like sitting on the front porch and flying the house. I flew two combat missions and a handful of supply missions. Had a rough landing in the second combat mission and lost some fingers, but I still had to fight on the ground all that night. We had the same weapons training as the commando soldiers, and it was the job of us glider pilots to hold whatever territory we landed on. I fought Nazis all night without taking any medicine to help with the pain in my hand. But it was better than it could have been. A couple of the other gliders cracked up badly on landing, and a few were shot down. Hell, I had bul-let holes through the canvas."

"Close call, eh?" I didn't know where he was going with this conver-sation, but I was content to ride it out.

"Close enough. The closest call I ever had was a mission I didn't fly, though. I was slated to fly into what was basically a German fortress in France, and the probability of survival was so low it was damn near a suicide mission. We were all set to fly out, saying our goodbyes to the world, you know, because we were pretty convinced this was a one-way trip. Just before we went up, they told us the mission had been can-celed, because Patton took the Nazi fortress." He lit a cigarette with a steel Zippo and took a long drag. "People badmouth Patton all the time these days, but I'll tell you this-that son of a bitch is a friend of mine for as long as I live."

I've always been a bit of a Patton fan myself, at least in terms of re-specting the man's battlefield genius and efficiency, but 1 guessed Weston would scorn such appreciation from a man who'd never served, so I kept quiet. He smoked the cigarette for a minute, staring over his shoulder at the paintings, lost in his memories. Then he turned back to me, and his eyes narrowed in a way that suggested fo-cus and determination.

"I appreciate you meeting with me," he said. "After our first phone conversation, I thought you were turning me down."

"I'm here," I said, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to take the job, Mr. Weston. You've got some of the finest cops in the city working on this, and from what I hear, even the FBI is helping."

"Helping to dick around and waste time!" he roared.
"I don't think they're wasting any time, sir."

"No? Then where the hell are some results? Those damn cops come over here every damn day and tell me what they've produced. You know what they've produced? Jack shit, boy. In five days, they've done nothing." He stuck out his lower lip and exhaled a cloud of smoke forcefully over his face.

"It takes some time to make headway in an investigation of this magnitude, sir."

"Look," he said, trying to contain his anger, "this is my son we're talking about. My son and his family. I've got to do something, but I'm smart enough to realize I can't do it alone. I need someone working for me. Someone who can pursue this as aggressively as it needs to be pursued."

I sighed. John Weston was convinced his son had been murdered, although none of the police investigators seemed to agree. The prevailing media theory, courtesy of an "unnamed police source," was that Wayne Weston had killed his family before offing himself. No bodies had been found, and there was little evidence to explain their disap-pearance. There had been no signs of violent intruders at the house; everything appeared normal except for Wayne Weston's corpse.

"Why us, Mr. Weston?" I asked. "Why do you think we need to be involved, when you have the police doing everything they can?"

"You knew my son."

I held up a cautioning hand. "I'd met your son."

"Whatever. You knew him, and he knew you and respected you. He told me he thought you and your partner were going to be very good when you started your business."

I'd met Wayne Weston at a private investigators conference in Day-ton two months before. It was one of those two-day events featuring seminars on various business issues during the day and sessions of too much food, drink, and loud laughter in the hotel restaurant at night. Joe had decided we should go because it offered a chance to network with other local investigators, making contacts, and possibly attracting some business.

Wayne Weston had sat at the same table as me for dinner one night. He was a flashy guy, wearing expensive suits and driving a fancy car, but he was friendly and charismatic. And, from what I'd heard, a hell of an investigator. He'd been with the Pinkertons for a few years be-fore returning to Cleveland to open his own firm, and he was appar-ently making good money at it. I hadn't talked to him individually for more than an exchange of names, and I was surprised to hear he'd said anything about Joe and me to his father.

"My son didn't kill himself or hurt his family," Weston said. "That's the most absurd and offensive bullshit I've ever heard. They came on the news talking about that yesterday, and I damn near drove down there and kicked some ass. I want to know what did happen to my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, so I can quit this damn worrying, and so those television people can shut their mouths."

His eyes flashed with anger as he spoke, and he tried to extinguish it with a tremendous drag on the cigarette. For a minute I thought he'd polish the whole thing off in that one ferocious inhalation.

"What exactly is it that you want Joe and me to do?" I asked. "Deter-mine whether your son was murdered, or find his wife and daughter?"

"Both," he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke that made my eyes sting. "It seems to me one would be pretty well intertwined with the other."

That was a fair point. I still didn't like it, though. The cops would resent our presence, and I definitely didn't want to get caught up in the media frenzy.

"Look, I've got plenty of money," Weston said. "I've got a good re-tirement plan, I've got a savings account. I can afford to pay whatever it is you want."

"It's not about the money, Mr. Weston," I said.

"No? Then what the hell is it?"

"The police have a lot of investigators working on this case," I said. "They have resources and access that we don't, and they've also got a week's head start on it. I'd advise you to wait on the police, and see what they can do with it. If they haven't made any progress in a few weeks, give us a call again, and maybe we'll reconsider." I had no plans to reconsider, but I hoped the offer would placate the old man.

"You know why I showed you those paintings?" he asked. "Why I told you what happened to my hand?"

"No, sir."

He ground his cigarette out in an ashtray on the table and stared at me with contempt. Then he shook his head.

"Wayne was one of your own," he said. "Same city, same business, and that's a business without many people involved. That used to mean something to people. When I was in the war, we fought for the men with us. Before battle, during the preparation, it was all about patriotism saving he world and protecting the freedom of our families back home. But you know what? When it came down to the firefight, that wasn't in your mind anymore. You were fighting for the boys next to you, fighting for your buddies, protecting your own." He looked at me sadly. "Maybe my generation was the last one that had that kind of loy-alty, that kind of brotherhood."

It was a hell of a pitch. I didn't answer right away, but it resonated with me as he had hoped it would. I hadn't known Wayne Weston well, and we were in the same business, not in the same war, but some-how, sitting here in front of this man with his World War II paintings, gnarled hand, dead son, and missing family members, that line of rea-soning seemed hollow.

I "Why do you do it?" he asked. "Why are you even in this business? You want to get rich chasing cheating husbands? You think it impresses women to say you're a PI? Huh?"

I looked at the floor, trying not to snap at him. "Nope," I said evenly. "None of those, sir."

"Really? Then what the hell do you do it for?"

I didn't say anything.

"Well?" he said. "You gonna give me an answer, son?"

I raised my head and looked at him. "I do it," I said, "because I'm awfully damn good at it."

"You think you're awfully damn good at it, eh?"

"I don't think I am, sir. I am. And so is my partner."

He smiled without amusement or pleasure. "Then prove it."

I met his eyes and held his gaze for a while, then gave one, short nod.

"All right," I said. "We will."

Copyright 2004 by Michael Koryta

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Tonight I Said Goodbye (Lincoln Perry Series #1) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 47 reviews.
Jessica_JM More than 1 year ago
I am not always a fan of mystery or private investigator stories, and I tend more toward fantasy/sci-fi/supernatural but I found out Michael Koryta was speaking at my departmental graduation ceremony so I decided to check out his books. First of all, I was thinking local, 21-year-old author... okay... I guess I could find some time to at least skim over something. I WAS SO WRONG! Less than a chapter into Tonight I Said Goodbye, I had to stop to buy the book (which is rare for us poor college students!) and couldn't put it down until I finished, despite finals and papers with rapidly approaching due dates. The next day I went and got the next book in the series. Not only did I want to read more by the same author, but I could not bring myself to say goodbye - tonight or any other time - to Lincoln Perry (the main character). Rare is the author who can develop a character SO WELL that I feel like we're old friends and I had to find out what would happen to him next! So Tonight I Said Goodbye starts out with the plot and character development in the first paragraph and just gets better from there. I never do this but I find I cannot convey why I wasn't able to stop reading any way but to show you the first paragraph: "The last time John Weston saw his son alive, it was a frigid afternoon in the first week of March, and John's granddaughter was building a snowman as the two men stood in the driveway and talked. Before he left, John gave his son a fatherly pat on the shoulder and promised to see him again soon. He saw him soon - stretched out in a morgue less than forty-eight hours later, dead of a small-caliber gunshot wound to the head. John was saved the horror of viewing his granddaughter in a similar state, but the reason for that was a hollow consolation: Five-year-old Betsy Weston and her mother were missing." Within the next few pages, Lincoln Perry - former cop and new private investigator - gets hired to find out what happened. What seems like it will follow a predictable PI novel pattern soon takes off completely away from the typical template of the genre into more twists and turns than I could have imagined! Koryta does an amazing job with developing characters so that you feel like you not only know ABOUT them, but you KNOW them. The plot, while totally intense, fast-paced, and unpredictable, is also somehow completely believable. And before you believe that I am just praising a local author... of Tonight I Said Goodbye, Lee Child said: "A terrific, first-class debut full of suspense, tension, tricks, and charm," the Library Journal claims, "The twenty-one-year-old author excels at building characters and story..." and Steve Hamilton (author of Ice Run) says, "Michael Koryta hits the ground running with this masterful debut. He's already so good, it's scary." I don't have enough room to keep on this tack but there's plenty more! While I have my own favorite genres, I am ALWAYS willing to read something that is incredibly well-written no matter what it is about. This is one of those books. I don't care if you don't like PI novels or mystery or thrillers: it's completely and totally worth it to drop whatever you're in the middle of and read this! As much as I'd love to extol the book and the author for a few pages more, I have to get back to the next book...
SonnieK More than 1 year ago
I was hooked from the first page. I found this book accidentally while reading reviews of another reader [who also gave it 5 stars] and I am so glad I did. This was a very, very good book and I had trouble putting it down to go to sleep. I'm always looking for a "series" book and can't wait to begin the second one in the series tonight. Just before writing this review, I was very surprised to read the author was only 21 years old when he wrote this book; WOW! Mr. Koryta has a great talent for such a young man. I hope he continues to write for years and years.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Michael Koryta's first mystery is, hands-down, the best debut mystery of the year. Koryta brings a veteran's touch to his first book despite being a remarkably young writer. The novel starts with a dead private investigator whose family is missing, and from there Lincoln Perry and his partner Joe Pritchard move from the cold beaches of Lake Erie to the warm beach of South Carolina, unraveling a mystery that is extremely well plotted, full of twists that do not seem at all contrived. Koryta's greatest strength is his dialogue, and the action scenes will make you turn the pages of this wonderful book quickly. Put this one at the top of your Christmas list.
Darrol on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Witty dialog between the partners Perry and Prichard, and a fair amount of action. A not too intolerable variation of (nearly) sleeping with the killer. One wonders if the depiction of the Russian mob is accurate. It was enough to give the series a chance.
johnbsheridan on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Enjoyable and I probably did the book a disservice by reading it in a disjointed manner due to starting and finishing "the scarecrow" by michael connelly and "the lovers" by john connolly while I was reading this. when I did read this consistently at the beginning and the end I found it thoroughly gripping and lincoln perry an engrossing character. will definitely read more in the series though of the P.I. books I've read this year I probably marginally favour sean chercover's ray dudgeon series.
maneekuhi on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Never thought I'd be reading a crime fiction series based in Cleveland, but here I am, enjoying it, and after having read the first book in the series now plan to read the remaining three. Joe and Lincoln are former Cleveland cops, relatively new in the PI business. They get involved with what appears to be a suicide and a missing spouse and child. But as the story unfolds the Russian Mafia, and a number of other bad guys rear their heads. The plot is interesting, good pace, weaves all over, delivers a bit of a twist, and a (not overdone) climax or two. The characters swap more than a fair share of wisecracks, but fortunately stay below the Elvis-Joe threshold. There is a faithful girlfriend who really isn't a girlfriend, but then again....This book rests less on motivation and character analysis in contrast to a Sophie Hannah, Mark Billingham or Elizabeth George. And it doesn't tie back to events of 30 years ago, as is very popular in a lot of crime fiction today. So I'll read the next Lincoln Perry (he's the narrator) of this (so far) four book series and we'll take it from there. PS: Can't say that this book awakened me to a long list of Great Places to See and Things To Do While in Cleveland.
FicusFan on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I read this book for a RL book group. It is the start of the Lincoln Perry mystery series.I had never heard of this author or series before we picked it. Searching on the net told me he was 21 when he wrote/published it. There is one age-related gaffe, but mostly its very good.Lincoln Perry is a former cop with impulse control problems. The problems led him to be dismissed from the force. He owns a boxing/gym and has gone into the PI business with another former cop. Joe Pritchard is old enough to be retired from the force. He is well respected and a steadying influence on Perry. The setting of the stories is Cleveland.The premise is that another PI, Wayne Weston has killed himself. His wife and 5 year old daughter are missing but the cops think he killed them, and then himself. Weston's father won't accept suicide and wants the wife and his granddaughter found. He asks Perry and Pritchard to take the case.They reluctantly investigate, and find that all is not what it seems to be. In the course of the investigation they cross paths with mob killers, a millionaire businessman, dodgy FBI, an ex-military mercenary, and the mob boss himself. Others begin to die, and there are several twists.It was a fast well written story. I liked the tone, the setting and the characters. I especially like that there is an older character - Pritchard who is respected and valued. The age-related gaffe: the way he depicts the relationship between a mother and her children. I imagine at 21 he knows girls but other than his mother, not any actual women.Still it was a good read and a series I will continue with.
Squeex on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I have read a few reviews here and there on this series and this author. I am glad I followed my instincts and bought this thriller and read it pretty much immediately upon its arrival. I had an agenda as I have been neglecting my thriller and suspense books on Mt Git'r'Read in favor of the cozies, UF, and other mysteries. That's not a bad thing, all the books have been pretty sweeeeet....but my dad is coming out in August and we trade thrillers and suspense between the three of us (Seester, Dad and moi) and I have been lax in the trading on my part. SO...I read this, what turned out to be, superb thriller by this new-to-me author, Michael Koryta. This book had me squinching my toes up and have some wildass dreams (it was my bedside book) of Russians chasing me in the pool and off of balconies. At least, in the dream, I had a bigass gun. Lincoln Perry is a flawed character with an intriguing past of disgrace and looking to redeem himself, sort of. He and his partner, Joe, are good at what they do as private investigators. They are hired by the father of a presumed suicide victim. The father wants to clear his son's name and he thinks his son was murdered instead of having committed suicide. There is more to the case than meets the eye and all hell breaks loose. Anything else will be spoiler city, so I will leave you with this...if you like a tightly honed, superbly written thriller that Lee Child called, "A terrific,first-class debut full of suspense, tension, tricks, and charm." Then this book is for you!Five terrific, first-class beans.....
mikedraper on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Investigator Wayne Weston is found dead, an apparent suicide. His wife and six-year-old daughter are missing and officials believe that it is a murder, suicide.Wayne's father, a gutsy WWII vet hires Lincoln Perry and his partner Joe Pritchard, to investigate and find Wayne's wife and child.With good dialogue and interesting characterization, Michael Koryta takes the reader on the trail along with the detectives. The writing is so realistic that it's as if the reader was at the scene. We see the detectives working the case and thier surprise when they find that Wayne didn't have any active clients. He does seem to be working for wealthy real estate developer, Jeremiah Hubbard. Hubbard is buying up waterfront land in Cleveland to develop into an area even better than New Orleans. When the detectives visit Hubbard, he won't admit anything and attempts to bribe the detectives to get them to drop the case. This just makes them more curious and intent to find the answers.As they progress, they find that everything isn't as it was made out to be. The hunt turns to Russian mob figures and these people don't want to be investigated.The author has done a professional job with his first novel. The uses dialogue to get to know the characters and the author provides some surprises and keeps the action going throughout the story.Well done.
FMRox on LibraryThing 8 months ago
LIncoln Perry and Joe Pritchard are hired by dead man's father to find out what happended to him and the missing wife and daughter. Really entertaining read. Plot is nothing new. I like how written. Male-female relationships described somewhat "young".
1dachsmom More than 1 year ago
HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!! This was one of the best mysteries I've ever read. Will certainly be reading this author's future books. If you're prepared to lose sleep.....this one's for you. There's no way to explain how Mr. Koryta keeps the suspense going, and I really never suspected how it ended. Fantastic read!!!!!
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very good book by this author. all his books are really good. You won't waste ur money if u buy. In fact i have read all of his books and not one has disappointed me!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was so into this book;it became very hard for me to focus on anything during the day because of this book. Keeps you guessing and intrigued. Since reading this book, I ordered 2 more by this author.
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RonnaL More than 1 year ago
The phrase "tonight I said goodbye" is found in a little girl's diary, but the little girl and her mother are missing when her father is found murdered in their home.  Police rule it a suicide, and suspect the man has murdered his wife and daughter and hid their bodies somewhere before he shot himself.  The little girls grandfather is adamant that his son was murdered, so he hires PIs Lincoln Perry and Joe Pritchard to prove this, and to find his daughter in law and granddaughter---dead or alive.   The dead man was a PI himself, and Perry and Pritchard discover that he was working for a very powerful man, with connections to the Russian mob.  The more they discover, the desperate and deadlier the results become.  When they stumble upon the wife and daughter hiding out in another state, things become dangerous for everyone. With this first book in the Perry and Pritchard series, we learn a lot about the background of these characters while they pursue and are pursued.  The mystery is fast passed, with the addition of a child and mother that adds an additional element of suspense.  Looking forward to reading more from this young talented author.  Thankfully, there are a number waiting out there to be read already. 
1unicorn2many More than 1 year ago
At times it was a little slow moving but towards the end I couldn't put it down until I got to the end - 4 1/2 hours later! I'm a fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like books with the same main and supporting characters, you'll like this one. Unfortunately there are only four in the series. I have read all of them and would readily purchase another if it were ever to be written.
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Good debut. It had quite a twist towards the end that was not evident earlier! Plan to read more by this author.
JessLucy More than 1 year ago
Flawless series-starter! Suspenseful plot, skilled writing and rounded-out characters make for a great read. I hope this author keeps writing, because I love his style! Also recommended: Lee Child, Sue Grafton and Ruth Rendell.
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I went back to this after reading two of Koryta's more recent books and this is a solid crime novel - I bought it to read on my commute and at the gym and it was perfect for that. I liked "So Cold the River" and "The Cypress House" better, but they are a different sort of novel, and definitely show his development as an author.