The Ruth Shay Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. It comes to every street and it comes to Broadway, the single instant when summer night time hits the skids, when tomorrow starts coming in.

It's the instant when the shadows start to stretch and the first neon is turned off, and The puff of breeze up from the river blows the warmth away. Somebody pays a check and the party breaks up.

Somebody yawns, somebody goes home. It's the time of the delicatessen store where the toast is drunk with cream soda and go home with the newspapers. And it's come to Broadway. Another day is dying. Where I was, the night returns to the river cause this phenomena such as the thousand curves of moon reflected in dark water and drifting to the sea.

Just brief wild sob of a ship suddenly landlocked. Such as death sprawled beside it. A couple of kids walking past his stumble, then he saw the woman death called it in. Any identification, Mugwen? At first, Wallace, haven't had a chance to look.

I guess you got a yacht, it gives you the privilege. Huh? That yacht out there, look at him. You make him out? What am I bitter about? Somebody buy me a small yacht, I dance, blow the whistling.

Yeah, just like that. For now, just hold the flash over this way, how much of them? Yeah. Ruth Shea, 12, 12, worth 65th in case of accident, notify Robert Shea, relation husband, height, 5 feet, 4 inches, weight, 160.

But this woman weighs more than that now than he closer to 250, okay? No money on the wallet. Robert, huh? Probably. Nothing else in this purse except a couple of candy bars. I'd say she was walking or was driven down here.