The Helen Carrol 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, where you walk through the October evening and hold close the things you want to save for memories.

Then Broadway's as innocent and nostalgic as music drifting from the carousel. If you move on, you get hit in the face by a guy fishing for nickels under a grating. Whatever you are pursuing is gone now, lost.

And Broadway trails off into the side streets. Walk them like I did. And try to close your eyes against the pattern of scars in the street of the tenements. The kids with the torn deck of cards under the lamppost, the dogs at the crash cans.

The wide-eyed girl who lurks against me. Pardon me. That's alright. Pardon me. Pardon me. Is something wrong Miss? No, no it's alright, I'll find it alright. Find what? Can I help you? You've seen it? You know where it is?

You're not feeling well Miss. Let me take you home. Oh my god. That's right. Where do you live? I don't know. Then tell me your name, we'll find out. I don't know my name. I'll just take it easy. That's better.

What were you looking for? A pocketbook. I remember I had it. I think I had it when I was rocking right over there. I sailed down. Let's go see. Along go Jamisha pocketbook. A little while.

I think, I don't know. An hour? I don't know, just a few minutes ago. I can't remember when. Here's where you fell. Yes. I remember because when it happened I stretched out my arm so I wouldn't hit the trash can.