The Robert Turk Murder Case

From time forward to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat transcribed with Larry Thor as detective Danny Glover. With autumn, twilight is of a new texture on Broadway.

The faces of women are paler, they're walk, no more languid, not slow now. The swirls have missed to risen from colder waters, machine of pavement is chill. The hawkers have moved into doorways, and the autumn deals are pulled out of top coat pockets.

and the smell of mothballs is almond. And the false slogan, you don't like it kid, get lost. And because autumn came too swiftly and you have nothing planned, you set the deal. And still it happens.

You get lost. And another quality, autumn twilight on Greystone, the place of drifting and changeling shadows, that move slowly or briefly on unending twilight. The segment of city reserved for the housing, the considering, the analysis of violence, police headquarters and in it the room the office where now is twilight talk and often moments held close against the time of their shattering where I was a

detective mugger than thinking Danny well looking at this newspaper and thinking it's been years since the wife and I've been to a football game together on me oh maybe next Saturday you know she says she's lost a taste for it she says There's too many things to do around the house, go, all those young kids there, she says.

You think that's why then? Why what? Why she won't go. Used to be a time she and I couldn't get enough of it. College games, day, night. Now she tells me go yourself. All those young people.