The Mary Murdock Murder Case

Broadways, my beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lozomest mile in the world. It's Broadways, my beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. It's a memory and a one that makes a bitter flame inside you. You poke through the ashes and you can't find what it is that was remembered or wanted.

So you keep looking. But the blaze of the neon and the spectacular is blind to. The roar of steel moving above it beneath the earth makes you deaf. And finally, you know, there's no need to search anymore.

Because whatever it was, you'll never find it. It's Broadway, my feet. You use the morning hours of police headquarters to tidy up. The dust off the old reports and polish up the new ones. You want to derelict fly, store up a few rays of sun against the time of its winter dying.

winter dying and then someone opens your door. They told me I could talk. The woman is about 40 her perfume is expensive her furs are expensive and the black lizard purse or the jewel clasped that sleeps under her arm looks fat and happy but in her face and eyes something frayed something pinched may I sit down I think

I don't feel well. Of course, here. Thank you. Now, don't look so worried, Mr. Clover. I won't fade or anything like that, not me. You're sure you're all right? You're quite pale, Miss. Don't ask me who I am yet.

I want to say that. I've heard a lot about you, Declover. Oh? Yes, a lot. They say people can come to you. People like me, if they've got something to say to you. Maybe it would help if you told me who you were.