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Thank you. Welcome to the great detectives of old time radio.

From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham.

In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat.

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$2 per month at patreon.grit detectives.net. But now, from October 20th, 1951, here is the Kurt

Bauer's murder case.

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the l and breathes deep of the autumn filtered air,

presses out of its lungs the taste of the night past.

This is the time of day when neon is silent, spectaculars doze. The shadows have not yet

found their final shapes and the pavement is flecked with glints of sun fragments. Doorways

are opened on the October day and the night dreams are swept into the gutters. It's the time

of the coffee and cakes and break

from the starting gate. And the odds, even up, you never come in. And where I was, the sunlight

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