Kiss Her Goodbye (A Thriller) by Robert Gregory Browne

franchised HoJo, so he split from Alex and Luther that day, telling them they’d all be better off if they didn’t travel in a pack.
     They kept in touch, using stolen and hacked cell phones, Luther the lucky one because he’d never been identified, living back home with Mommy. Alex carved his own shit-hole out in the boondocks while Nemo grew a beard and played nomad, bouncing from place to place. He thought about leaving the country altogether, but that would make him a stranger in some strange land and he didn’t exactly relish that thought.
     In the end, he stayed where he belonged, right here in the city, where he felt comfortable. The Feds probably figured he was holed up somewhere in South America, but he never got overconfident, always stayed alert. Keeping to himself during the day, he cruised the bars at night, constantly looking for a safe place to perch. He spent a few nights out at Fredrickville, holed up in some cracker-box motel that a friend of Luther’s managed, but a restless spirit sent him back to the city, prowling for a better grade of poon.
     Then he met Carla, a dancer at the Pussy Palace, a G-string-optional strip dive on South Clinton.
     Carla always opted to go without.
     That night, she took him to a private booth and gave him head like you wouldn’t believe. Nemo didn’t know if it was the size of his unit or the fact that he thanked her afterward that made her fall for him, but she invited him home and he’d been here ever since. It had worked out real good, because Carla didn’t watch the news or read the papers and had absolutely no idea who he was. Carla was a cute little piece of ass, but she’d never be a contestant on Jeopardy.  
     Nemo watched her get up on tippy-toes and look out the peephole. She was short, but it was all muscle and soft curves.
     “Puny little oriental guy,” she said, then turned and gave Nemo a defiant grin. “Let’s give him the full show.”
     She peeled off her T-shirt and tossed it aside. Her tits probably would’ve bounced if they weren’t so pumped full of silicone.
     “Jesus, Carla. You’re gonna get your ass popped for indecent exposure.”
     “You call this indecent?”
     She turned back to the door, reached for the dead bolt, twisted it.
     The moment the latch clicked, the door burst open, knocking Carla on her ass. She yelped in surprise as a horde of federal flak jackets barreled past her and piled into the living room. “Federal agents! On the floor! Now!”
     Every one of them carried heavy firepower.
     Nemo’s hand ducked under the cushion again, but before he could reach his Eagle, three agents were on him. Big hands grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him to the floor. He felt the pressure of a knee digging into his back as his arms were jerked behind him and nylon cuffs looped his wrists.
     The room got quiet then, except for Carla, who squealed like a terrified puppy as they dragged her naked hide outside. After she was gone, Nemo heard footsteps thump toward him across the carpet—someone with a slight limp to his gait. A moment later, an agent knelt down next to him and got right in his face.
     Jackass Donovan. Wearing a grin that Nemo felt like putting a fist in.
     “Hiya, Bobby.” Despite the grin, there was no hint of humor in Donovan’s eyes. “We need to talk.”
     

12
     
    H E IS SO cute,” Jessie whispered.
     She and her best friend, Laura, stood near the foot of the steps outside Bellanova Prep, trying to look nonchalant as Matt Weber strolled by. It wasn’t easy, but Jessie managed by pretending to have a sudden intense interest in the zipper of her backpack.
     Matt tossed her a quick glance as he passed.
     Jessie caught it, giving him an equally quick smile in return. He was way out of her league, but that glance meant something. She was sure of it.
     Laura thought so, too. “Did you see that?” she said, keeping her voice low. “Did you see the way he looked at