The Lynn Halstead Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-ous mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway settles down to another year's living, the days begin to drift backward again away from you like they did last year.

And it starts all over. Punch the time card, smile at the boss, and the income tax forms can be picked up at any bank or branch post office. There's still the dream, and it could happen on Broadway.

It's the corner of the world where a million performers do their bit just for you. It's carnival, and a clown, and a girl with yellow hair blowing kisses. The end of a ride that costs you a dime.

Maybe you'll get your money's worth. But there were no dreams where I was. In the big room, the chill room, the room of the lost dead. The city morgue, the man with me, the seeker of sorrow, and father.

And she wanted to come home with the clover. The last letter I got from it told me how much she missed Akron. Not that she didn't like New York, but it's so big, so hard to make friends.

Yeah. You want to look now, Dr. Holston? Yes. How did she die? Hearing. Shot. Lynn? Shot? Where did you find this? Look, Dr. King. I want to know. Where was she found? The river. She's been here for three days.

No, no. I want to look at her. I want to look at her face. You haven't said it directly, Doctor. She is your daughter, isn't she? My daughter. Feeling all right, Doctor? Yes, I guess we'll sit down.