The Irene Hall Murder Case

The most violent, the lonesometh mile in the world. Broadway is my beat with Larry Thor as detective Danny Covert. It comes to every street and it comes to Broadway, the single moment when daytime dies, one night is just across the street.

The great shadow blows in from the river, scatters, finds a corner, a doorway, a face, layers them with chill and darkness. And then it happens. The drinks of neon and spinning lights and glare. And for those who need it high above stars and the city moon. Broadway flips a cigarette into the gutter

and runs into the night. The night was hours old where I was. It came sooner and stayed longer. Basement apartment. West 49th. And the simple statement from a frightened man. I don't care what you think. That girl lying there. I didn't kill her. I didn't think fact that you call the police mr lei the point in your favor but what do you

think i'm playing with your game or something a point in my favorite point what are you talking about points for i didn't kill it now with this girl is sure i go i read hall she's an entertainer oh what do you mean hall what about it i know an entertainer that makes me a murderer

she was a cute personality and she attracted me so i i made a date with it how'd you happen to find her mr lei i had a date with her 11 o'clock about half I'm not going to go. I heard her crying out like she was being heard. I kicked in the door.

Come here. Come on. I'm going to step around here on that pocketbook on the floor. Yes. Yes. You've got a lady's safe part on my shoes already from that nest. Feel her cheeks. Go ahead.