The Francie Green Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. Broadway, it's a time and a place and a fury that beckons with a blinking eye, then reaches out and hugs your clothes, and you're caught up in it, the sea-saw color, the riot of noise and night sounds,

The mottled gold from the spectaculars that drips over you. And you try to hold it with your hands, clutch, a pinch of dust, a handful of ashes. That's Broadway. My beat. Scattered in the streets, there are cubes of silence, spotted so that the roar of the city rolls against them.

Ebs. Municipally designated, hospital zone, quiet. Do not blow horn. Pain creates its own sound. It doesn't mix well with the voice from outside. And in the hospital corridors, you walk as if on a knife blade, because the balance is that thin between you and the people on the other side of the wall.

A man was waiting for me at the end of the corridor. Hello, Danny. Dr. Cinske, I got your call, doctor. You made good time. The hospital got in touch for me to get here, so I did likewise to you.

Why? They'll be willing a girl down to the operating room in a few minutes. Her name is Francie Green. It's the name of a lifetime, Danny. Now? She's dying. She might live, Danny. She was hit by an automobile.

Someone hit her and ran away. Huh? This accident, this hit and run away. It was preconceived. This was trying to kill a 20-year-old girl with the name of Francie Green. This had a plan to it.