The Joan Fuller Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. At one o'clock in the morning, night begins to slip out of broadways, and broadway stands bewidered staring at its empty hands, solitude whispers its invitation.

The derelicts of night run from it, beat on a door, plea for a refuge from the offered emptiness. But no door opens to them. At headquarters you consider it through a grime-staying window. Turn away from it, find on your desk a slip of paper that hadn't been there before.

Homicide, it says, Central Park Lake. And Broadway has finally opened a door. The password, the violent dead. There's the lake, and the facade of the city embracing it. There's a shadow covering a dead girl with its coat.

puny effort to thaw the veil of frost on the girl's part then the shadow rises shakes its head it's mug of a i don't know danny sometimes it's uh... you know danny i got a nephew three years old comes here during the daytime to play to feed the ducks who is she we don't know that dragon the lake now for any identification she might have had

honor so far nothing drum come here i'll show you see knife wound where it is a probably killed instantly and they threw in the lake who reported a guy in this girl they were you know smooch and they looked up some of the body floating in the water they reported precinct near the house anything

we questioned them why didn't they report it right away they had an argument about they said didn't want to get into a mess they said and the girls that she told the boyfriend we better report it so they didn't who were they smooch is nothing else than we're positive made no comment and