The Sybil Crane 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 Glover. A nighttime of May, books passage through Broadway and crowd stands on banks of pavement, waving it through the neon shoals, and the ports of call, place where spring dance can be bought

for a dime, the current bargain basement rate of exchange, or moon drenched beach of the spectacular on which a girl sways and miraculously spells out the word aloha in twisted tubes of light or place of muted trumpet and quick fingers on a bongo beating out tropic messages and another place where a woman sits

trembling alone in a booth turns her nighttime face to the man who touches her shoulder nighttime of May journey into nowhere and somewhere in wake of night laughter dark fruiting street windows of brownstone rooming house staring into it and stooped to ascend and door open before your knock. Salo lights belong to pavement and in doorway a woman who's

coiling the bread here are haloed by the ten-lock hold. You from the cops? That's right. They lean in on my windows watching for you. First time in my life. First time in my life I ever waited the cops should come to me. Was it you who called? Me, Gwen. Gwen Victor. Oh you said what I said on the telephone don't hold

a candle to the ear for you're going to get you want to come in now wait a minute huh want you to look at something what my face don't move a minute I'll hold it up to the light for you now you see him what you don't recognize huh you don't recognize where a lady's been crying tears and the marks they leave in a