The Tori Jones Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Is My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover? For the nighttime explodes into the canyon streets like some passion screaming to be rid of the day.

The night is a backdrop for a million fragments. neon and raw and melting shapes and shocks and the clumps of crowd. It's a fury that sweeps you up and holds you close, then throws you in the gutter of your own choice.

It's Broadway. My Beat. At two o'clock in the AM, Broadway is laughing itself to death. It's a time for doing either one of two things. You nod to the bartender for another one or you buy the papers and go home.

Me? I bought the papers, but I didn't go home. Back to headquarters and write out a report on a visiting convention delegate with a wayward buzzer. It had to be done. I owe it to the taxpayers because the taxpayers that supplied me with a sergeant named Tortaglia.

And convention delegates never give up, do they, Danny? Nope, never do. You know, I never forget what happened three years ago. The time I went to a convention- Tell me later, answer the phone. Uh, yeah, Danny.

Sergeant Tortaglia speaking. What? Wait a minute. I can't understand you lady. What is it? There's some game on the phone laughing crying all at once. I can't make our heads at sales. Oh, let me have it.

Yeah. You're here. Danny Clover speaking. Who is this? There is. Pull yourself together. I can't understand what you're trying to say. Sorry, I'm trying. Well, sure you are not. Talk to me. Sorry. Tori Jones, that's my name.