The Laura Burton 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 Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

Broadway, it's the neon avenue of beggars, the gleaming alley where you darken search and revel in the blaze of fury. You sidestep the gutters of night try to close your heart against the carnival scream that that rises high above Broadway, shatters, then prowls through the city.

But it's no good, it holds you close. But at the waterfront it releases you, hands you over to other sounds, the voices of the river, the waking wind that is slept in the sea, the siren wind that clears the way for morning and for death, beckons you up the protesting stairs of a waterfront hotel,

opens a door and invites you to consider a dead girl. She sits, sprawled on the floor, her head resting on the edge of a bed, Her eyes gray, like mirrors reflecting the gray of the sea through the open window.

Detective Mugam will let you absorb it, get your fill of it, and hand you a cigarette. Light, Enne? Thanks. If you want coffee, the manager's perking some down the hall. It's very friendly. It said while I waited, I could...

Strangled. Yeah. It was a cord off a robe. Man's bathroom, I'd say. Where's the rest of it? Couldn't find it, Danny. I've been all over. The killer cut it in half. Thrifty type killer half of bathrobe cord.

Very thrifty. Who fonder? The friendly one? Yeah. A husband and wife registered here. Early this morning, husband woke manager out of a sweet dream told him to bring breakfast to his wife in a half an hour.