The Joey Croft Murder Case

My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the Gaudius, the most violent, the lonesome the most mild in the world. Where is my Beat? The exciting drama of people who walk the great white way, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover.

Afternoon's son strikes glints on Broadway's pavements and the perfumes of summer drift in from Meadows never known, from tropics seas that were never sailed, from green hills veiled in mist and imagined in childhood. Drift and die against neon blood of its color.

But the illusion still rides the silken vessel of a girl's summer frock, and the season dances in her slow, languid walk. And her passing is reflected in chrome and steel. There's crowd between you and her, and there's loss.

So walk away from a kid and order the beer and skim off the longing. Summer, too, will finally pass from Broadway. For the policeman, there's this, the corridor to be walked, the corridor. At whose end lie the anonymous dead, the unclaimed dead.

Walk it and push open a swinging door that opens down to the city's morgue. Stand for a moment against the stillness. Over here Danny. Here's Dave Danny and you and I have to try about a kid just tell me.

Well this is the one they brought in yesterday Danny. One of those boys and girls found buried in the sand on Coney Island. When they dug him out they also found a knife wound in his chest Made them sad they turned off the portable radio stop dancing. I don't know if I'm young. Yeah, that's why I called you

Far out you called me the man was in his beach trunk No wallet on him. No bundle of clothes not even a lock attack. Do you want me to compliment you? Oh hard you worked for the identity. Yeah, it would be nice All he had was some numbers tattooed on his arm and the kind they were their sequence