The Barton Russell Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, the transverse of the Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Covers. The interval comes to Broadway when a night time of April summons its spring warmth, its frayed wind, its broken plumes of light begins the slow drift from the avenue, and in its

This wakes low death of neon and chill and litter where promises were tried let fall. Full swell of black and this one dying gleam of light to catch the lurch of a straggler in the subway entrance where steel waits for him.

And the ride through Earth tunneled to a street where night intersex day where waking is and no remembering and shock. And it becomes this five o'clock time the time when river pours its fell and graze into the night sea, the place where I was summoned by harbor police to a cabin cruiser drifting

the East River, Eb of April night, the slow windings of mist, and walked the deck of a derelict boat. Several salty items for you, Danny. A hobble-poleath fella, fill me in. Now, I'm in position to do the same for you.

Thanks, Anderson. Don't mention it. This slick little tubler, on for instance. You can her length? Huh? Salt jive. I picked up from Sergeant Gorkin. Who went to see it the kid in an oil candy, East River?

And hadn't you done it? You were going to reveal her length to me. Oh, yeah, I was. 40 feet of the class rich folk. Over here Danny I was told to point it out to you.

Oh what? These hooks, these ropes, these shiny brass things. And what about them? Once was held on them what is known in the parlance of the dinghy, a type light bolt. It has slipped away.