_No one had heard of Van Richie for years.
Now his songs whispered ghostly through the
air, and did their work of love and hate._
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Amazing Stories December 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Car 43 cruised slowly up Eighth Avenue. At the wheel, Patrolman Vince
Ferraro thought mixed thoughts about Patricia Ann Burke. Beside him,
Sergeant Gus Kleiber watched the city in a bored and automatic way,
his mind on Augustus Junior, about to take his bar exams. The radio
crackled in a low key. The evening traffic was light, few people were
on the streets.