The Larry Moore Murder Case

He's my beat from time spur to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway is my beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. The still brilliant light of a new January drips down over Broadway, and the pattern it reveals is unchanged.

Scoupled edges of piled concrete are still defined against winter sky. Glints are struck off, chrome and steel. The faces of the mob are already molded back into the old year's anguish Because still the vision of beauty stands in a doorway at the end of night and you walk toward it You're stopped by the hawker who has another plan for you. You push him aside. Keep walking. He stops you again

Lays odd. You'll never make it And you never do and the life filters the corridor you walk with a man who has just been acquitted of the murder of his wife A man you arrested testified against, watched as he was given the verdict of freedom.

In his face, no sign of release of joy, only a newer pallor, sudden intense. You tried, then. You didn't make it. The court found your innocence to love. Yeah, didn't they know? You know something, Danny?

What? They say I'm innocent. You say it. Me? I still don't know. I was out of the world at the time and was drunk. That girl, I'd agree. Yeah. This funky kid would sit up there and tell it into the teeth of the world and I was with her at the time.

Fay was... My wife was being killed. I wondered if I had fun. I wondered if I had in me had fun while Fay was dying. She broke our case and saved your life. You want it?