The Paul Tracy Murder Case

The road plays my beat from Times Square 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 time of September was too swift.

It worlds now in pools of chilled wildlife, scanned the river for the water's fertile dye. And autumn has a good hold on Broadway. gives in, stops fighting it, opens a closet to the top cold and the credit plan died for her.

And Lord of Dustaway, here's what is left at the hoarded summer laughter, the budget of dreams for Beechware, useless now. So call up someone, make a joke about it. It's on among Broadway and the fashion has changed because night is colder, night is longer.

On a side street, the autumn violence, the dead man, the murdered man sprawled against the litter of jewels and watches. The panther is glint and quick tick of time. The scarlet tracer is scrubbed wooded floor. A jewelry shop on what's 46? Time 11.30 p.m. A detective mug of a man there.

I mean, made up down real fast, Danny. Robbery. It looks to me like Robbery. Can't really tell in all this mess showcases knocked over all that stuff. Jewelry left on the floor. One thing though, far whatever it was he put up a fight. Look where it got him.

You know who he is? A business license on the wall there made out to a Paul Tracy stuff I found in his wallet made out to Paul Tracy. It's something else on the wall I want to show you Danny.

Full of home? I already dug out the bullet makes one less for Dr. Sinsky. Who called it in? Passer by heard shots look through the window couldn't see anything called a cop. Business must have been good for Mr. Paul Tracy.