The Harry Foster Murder Case

Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In the early twilight, Broadway is dappled with beginning shadows.

It's the time of the small shock. The spring times day starts its long scream down in a night. It's time clock time, the hour for going home again. the ledger, lock the store, figure the overtime, smile at the boss, and out into the street.

Blink, then run. The subway waits for a no man. Home again. End another day again. My day was just beginning. Northland Broadway into the east. Central Park around the 80s. Push through the crowd whose focus was a park bench that faced the street. And Sergeant Mugerman tells you why you're there.

I don't over here Danny. I ain't right there near the bench. I found the knife. I didn't pick it up. I read the boy. Paul Gilbert. I'm in home from school yet. I'll go home in a squad car, Paul.

I promised him with the siren, Danny. With the siren. What happened, Paul? How did the knife get there? I saw the man take it out of his own back and throw it down. And then the man staggered away.

Did I show you this, Danny? All this blood. Wherever he is, he's hurt real bad. I want you to think for a minute, Paul. What did this man look like? Tall, I guess. Yeah, I guess that's all. He was tall.

Most grown-ups are tall, aren't they, Paul? All of them. Except for midgets. One more thing, Paul. Was there anyone with this man? Think hard. No. I don't think so. Well, you told me that... The other man I saw wasn't with him. The other man in the hat just watched him.