The Harold Clark Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome must mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thorr as detective Danny Clover. It's the journey to the end of all the other streets in the world, this Broadway, you turn a corner and you're there, you walk slowly, you lean your heart against it,

then something explodes in your face and you run and you're one of the crowd. You shop for the kicks, the boggins, and the heartbreak. And inevitably you find it one or the other, like I did.

On the street of the tired apartment houses, a street, leased on the premise that both parents should work so they can come home, smile bravely at each other, beat their children and snore. At 7 p.m. when I walked up to the second floor landing of the El Royal Apartments, an answer to a call,

Detective Mugaben was waiting for me. There he is, Danny. On the floor over by the rally. Uh-huh. Who is he? Who is he? Hey, why don't you people break it up? Go on, get back to your apartment, you read all about it in the paper.

Who is he, Muggaben? Name's Harold Clark, lives apartment 2C, married, no children. Dead from 238 slugs in his chest, that's who he is. Who killed him? Tenant named Lloyd Raimi, had the apartment right here, two-way.

Last domestic line right through the door. Two shots connected with both. Can you see? Two shots right through the door here. Uh-huh. What about Lloyd Raimi? Killer? Nothing. He shot Clark and took a fire escape exit through his own room.