The Jack Jorno Murder Case

The most violent, the lonesome of smiling the world. These might be starring Larry Paul as Detective Danny Glover. Where the twilight lies against the city like grey speckled gauze, rippled off into another world.

It's the street of the hurry up step, the fast questions, glances, the seekers act as a special smile. When you walk it because once broadly touched you, you can't rub it off like me. You're a part of a plunge itself, I'm gonna call across the place of the night and put me to an alley.

Where's Danny? Yeah, where, my good one? Up here. The alley. Go on, Peter. Get away from there. No! Oh, shut up. There he is, Danny. Shot. It's clear about 19. He had to say about right, huh?

Yeah. Kid carried his life as a psycho, pocket, wallet, stuff. Mm-hmm. A fighter. Yeah, clippings. Must have been pretty good. Yeah, sure, no. Did he mean anything to you? I don't think so. Sure, no.

It's like I've heard it. Oh, maybe because I've followed the fight's closer. You ever see that, man? What are you doing? You see? 36 fights, 34 wins. Good record. Mostly club fights in small towns, but a good record.

Small town boy come to fight in the big city. So it looks to find a local address. Yeah, 63-3Y and C8. Here. I guess the kid over matched himself, are Danny. The kid enters the city and it's going to be easy.

The sis will knock it over. The left jab, the right cross, little sweat, some pain. Call yours, not kid. The golden lights that scream your name. The golden women that switch for your name. Sweet and easy.