small voice, BIG MAN
By STEWART PIERCE BROWN
Illustrated by SCHELLING
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.
The Sergeant turned heavily in his seat. "You hear that?"