The Welcome to the great detectives of old-time radio from Boise, Idaho.

This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we are going to bring you

this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first, I do want to encourage you, if you are

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by going to patreon.orgatedetectives.net. Now from June 2nd, 1951, here is the Francesca Brown murder case.

Broadway's My Beat From Times Square to Columbus Circle

The Gaudiest, the most violent,

The lonest mile in the world.

Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In the soft night of June, Broadway's heart beats fast.

The girls clothed in summer wear the glow of neon in their hair on their lips.

And the glitter of the spectacular winds their throats with the quick jewels of night.

Their perfumed walk mixes well with Broadway's own exotic odors, the seared electricity, the air,

cool, washed, scented by installment plan air conditioning system.

The mist of steam rising from manhole covers.

And Broadway follows close on the heels of the soft night because somewhere the night turns a corner and vanishes.

And in your hands are its gifts of emptiness and shock.

To me, they were given on the fourth floor landing of a tenement near the river.

The emptiness, the silence after terror is shriek.

The shock, the girl with her beauty strangled out of her. The blood from her knife wounds finding the cracks in the wooden floor, glinting in the sallow light of the ten-watt bulb. And the man lets you take it all in, touches your arm, and brings you back. Francesca Brown, Danny, waitress at Harper's Grill, strangled, knife. With this, gold penknife.

Fancy.

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