The Ed Koster Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor has Detective Danny Clover. When it's October, the night has slipped down over Broadway, the street is spangled with autumn strollers.

They come here, the seekers after something or other, pick a doorway with promising neon, a smile and run after it. Take a postcard, write home about it. It's a place to be. You've got to leave your mark. Buy a turtle and have your name painted on its back. Buy a necktie, buy a pillow and send it back to mom. Sometimes you'll be lucky and get lipstick on your

handkerchief. But the odds say you'll buy a newspaper and go to bed. But it's Broadway kid. And you've had it. Where Broadway ebbs off into the side streets downtown, where I was, close to where I was, close to where 18th Street touches the river.

The shock was a thing composed of crowd in a nighttime sky lit by flame. The elements later to be noted in police and fire department records fire at Russell's Chemical Company, time 4.15 AM. You're bringing somebody out now, Danny?

Strange. What'd you say? I said it's strange, Mugamam. After four in the morning, why should anybody be in it? Come on, let's see. It's not just down here. Somebody better. How are they? Oh, hello Danny.

These two, I think that's always in there. Just wanted to say somebody better get a priest. They're both dead. This one is Danny. Look at him. Ed Koster. Huh? Do something for him. Don't let him.

Hey Doc, Doc, over here. Ed Koster. Hurry up, Doc. You know I'm Danny. Yeah, he's a policeman. A policeman? What was he doing in there? Doc, do something for him. The flames beating against the night sky, burning an opening for dawn.