The Bob Foster Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Night time of November, a special time on Broadway, sense it, it's a new time.

When the after-images of early autumn are dying, cloaked already in River Mist's chill and drifting. And since this, that winter is already at a place not far away, drifting too hung from a pale moon, scutting over the city and making new shadows.

Hurry, it gets dark quickly. Where I was, darkness was cut across by the fingers of light, intersecting the beams of two searchlights, focused groundward. Destruction of building temporarily halted. Rush wrecking jobs stopped because of this.

Remains of dead man found and report phoned to headquarters. to be the seller, Mr. Clover, where we found him, under three inches of composition flooring. Was it look like to you, Mr. Clover? Real puzzle, huh? Just a skeleton and all?

Well, there's something we can tell about. You know, what I can't figure out, that satchel of money laying beside him. Must be over a thousand bucks in them. About that. Imagine lying five years under a cellar floor.

I didn't know it's been five years, Mr. Rogers. Well, I bought these three buildings to tear them down for a garage. I got a story about this one. Wherever sprite where we're standing. What story?

We've torn down to the cellar so you can't tell but this one used to be a nightclub, you know. No, I didn't. Yeah, it was. That's the story. It was scandal or something about this nightclub.