The Philip Hunt Murder Case

Broadways my beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadways my beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. In spring times early morning, Broadway depends upon the mood you're in.

Now the seesaw color is gone, the riot of night sounds is stilled and the revelers have found their sleep. There's nothing here but litter and mist, the beginning sunlight. But it's the start of an April day. That's something you walk into it.

And there's something else. The man standing against the lamp post staring, hands locked in back of him and last night's newspaper trapped against his leg. Walked past him quickly, kid. It's better to start the day with a cup of coffee.

I didn't have time for coffee. The call came while I was pouring the cream. The call with a cold number that said homicide. That said an address on Fifth Avenue that said, get there. And get there and get ushered into a room and into the presence of a man who uses words instead of numbers in describing death

is a gun that that any revolver two shots missing from the chamber one killed him over there on the bed we're still looking for the other slob who is the mother fill up on securities investments retired about two years ago to try to enjoy himself the maids uh... made called it what else funny

let's go show you big party here last night and glasses scotch bourbon gin cigarette butts gold tip cork tip lipstick tip oh this too pocket lighter fancy one give me a light yeah real fancy and Evans catching gravy on it farmer to a well end it'll have to be traced found it in the bathroom in the shower stove