The Roberto Segura 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. Broadway, it's the end of the dream and the start of the wilderness, the dumping ground of odds and ends and beginnings and leftovers.

It's a place to stop and take the kind of pleasure you need. It's a street of neon names that beckons to your loneliness, and you better hurry, kid, because it's a street where your name is written on water.

It's Broadway, my beat. At 11.45 on a January night you'll look down on Broadway and watch it generate its own heat. Like I was doing for my office window at headquarters, then a call came from a shy caller he preferred to be anonymous, he said.

And he gave an address and he said I'd better come there. He said not to knock, to walk right in. disguised voice couldn't disguise the urgency in it. So I went. The address was 116th Street, just off Amsterdam, a section where the posters are in Spanish, and furtive laughter mixes likely with a dimly-heard dangle rhythm.

The street was dark, and there were no house numbers. A big apartment, worse number 212. Thanks. Open up, it's the police! Okay, I'm coming in. She sat there like death almost, only her fingers moved, whipping the strings of the guitar.

Black hair spread over her shoulders and froze her eyes in a single tear. Near her sprawled on the floor a man, a man in the knife in his heart, a dead man. What happened here? Who are you? Who is this man?