The Lucille Baker Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. From somewhere beyond the threshold of neon, the happy holidays beckoned to Broadway, and the wilderness of plastic and chrome dawns its ribbons of tinsel.

Garland's of Evergreen are hung against the shriek of subways, and behind plate glass puppets with shrewd mechanisms perform their frenetic dance. The metallic music flows out of the horns of loudspeakers. The women walk slow, sway gently to its holiday rhythms. And everywhere the image of Gaiti is reflected in spangles that whirl on Winter's wind, so paint the

grin the crush of your mouth, kid. It's the merry time. And somewhere within it a phone call a drunken voice that peed you into a desolate wind-littered street, into a tenement scarred with shadows into a room also desolate. A man sprawled on the floor in drunkenness, his arm flung toward the woman who lies away from him, his fingers reaching, trying to

touch her dead face. The other man who clings to your lapel has waited their only so I could tell you about it. That proves I had nothing to do with it, doesn't it? I called it in. I waited here for you. Me, along with those two, just so I could tell you about it. That proves...

Bob. Robert Kolkert. I got a wife and a good name. I don't want to get mixed up in this Mr. The woman that's Mrs. Baker Charlie's wife boy is that boy got a hangover waiting for him when he comes to Imagine you and Charlie enjoying yourself. You get invited in for a little nightcap