Case of the Stairs

In the go. Sixteenth. Where is this? Yeah. East 75th and the Bayton. You're in the muster room at the 21st Precinct. The NERV Center. Call is coming through. You will follow by transcription. The action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct.

Alright. The office is on the way over there now. You wait outside for them. Sure them where it is. And I am going to do. And everyone's just coming. All right. They'll be there right away.

Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people who wed into the 9th tenths of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the 21st.

Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their persons and their property, is the job of the man of the 21st precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants, and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

the boss. My name is Connelly Frank Connelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour at 4 p.m. to 8 a.m. It was a cold, windy night and I was on patrol in sector car number two with the Coleman Edward Farrow as operator and myself as a caller. It was about 11.30 p.m. and I had instructed Farrow to drive west on 75th

Street from 1st Avenue to Lexington and then return to the station house where I I was good to turn out to put to him for the late tour at midnight. After we caught first Avenue, there was no traffic in the block ahead of us, and I saw no pedestrians.