The Tom Keeler Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In Autumn's sunlight, the September Day trots out its promises for Broadway's considering, displays them in doorways, in pushcarts, in gutters, decorates them with price tags, invites

you to browse, don't touch, buy, don't squeeze. And it cut rates of the second-hand delights, the tears slashed down to any man's purse, the bold ends of the dreams. The vendors simper, the hawkers wink, buy kid.

That's a winter sun on your shoulder, and the day is short, so buy. And that's what you do, kid, because on Broadway, there's no other choice. And at place headquarters, the September's Day has arranged its wares of violence in your desk, stacked just to a category, degree, grade.

Because the day is still fresh, you put off the reaching for them, the touching of them, but it screams close to your ear and walk the corridor to the room of the dead. Through the swinging doors into a place without season where all nights, all days, are of equal length, where temperature is constant, where the wind is conditioned before it's let flow over death.

Walk up to the man who waits for you. A nervous twitch, Danny, to juggle things in my right hand. Maybe I'll be remembered for it. What have you got, Dr. Cinsky? The man lying there, they found him in his bed last night murdered.

These that murdered him, two bullets. Look. Twenty-two and a thirty-two, wouldn't you say so, Doctor? That I wouldn't know. What I know is only one of these was needed to kill him. Either one. The man was one of dead twice, Danny.