The Dr Robert Stafford Murder Case

Broadways my beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Here's my beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. It's an enchanted island or a prison cut off from the rest of the world.

It all depends upon the mood you're in. The seven sounds that dart from doorways call them fury or make yourself believe their promises dimly hurt. A con yourself with the stare of a just trail by you had nothing to do with hunger.

You can kid yourself on Broadway because that's what it's here for. It's Broadway. My Beat. To a policeman, a telephone is an instrument of mayhem. It carries the after images of violent death with a speed of sound.

The telephone told me that'd been a murder. It told me just now. It told me where. It told me to climb six flights of steps at the Ramsey Apartments Apartments and I find death waiting for me in an elevator near the head of the stairs Hi, Moggillan In here in the elevator there is Danny on the floor

Who is he no identification? Person unknown shot to death by person unknown Whereabouts are the shooting is the moot point this man's too well dressed to go around with other wallet or some kind of identification maybe he was histed Who are you?

Vollivator, man. Yeah, Danny. He runs the elevator. He called in the precinct. I got the call. Maybe a guy's while I was hicin'. Robert, you're the deadly weapon. You? Funny man. What's your name, elevator man?

Eddie Amboy. 1212, E-54. You walk up to Tainwright, Tain left, and walk up a half till there's nothing but a door. Eddie Amboy. My place. Okay, Eddie. Tell me about it. Well, what? Book him, mug of an I'm tired.