The Elaine Hill Murder Case

Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. Broadway, it's a marketplace of the wanderers, the displaced, a glittering bazaar where the stalls are lighted in neon, and you can buy.

You buy an identity or a reason or a memory that's stolen from you. You think it belongs to you, but you're wrong. The hawkers of the night sold it. But only for the minutes of the night.

More you must buy all over again. It's Broadway, my beat. Your squad car stabs, tears rip through the city, and its wail is a piece of broken glass that slashes across the city's face. And you see the terror, silent and quick, and the blur of the city making way for you.

Finally you're there in the place of the violent den It's an expensive room in an expensive hotel and a dead girl lies sprawled on the floor like an exhausted child And her dress makes a blob of crimson in the room There are shadows in attendance and one detaches itself and clutches onto you and screams

You'll believe me won't you mister? I don't know who you are, but you'll believe me someone's got to take your hands off the man mister Jeff, don't pay any attention to him mister. He's greedy He just wants it all cut and bribed the girl murdered and he says I take your hands off the man

I'll sit down See I'm cooperative sit down and shut up mr. Jeffries. That's right. That's a good boy You must be clover. I've seen your face heard your name. Oh you Joe Graham hostile Don't get me wrong clover. I'm usually gentlers of kitten without paying guests, but mr. Jeffrey Are you up in the police Mr. Clover?