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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Messenger of Death about Sometimes, Set, Canada with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
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conversations.value: Sometimes a novel reaches out and grabs readers by the throat, riveting them to the action, despite the discomfort caused by the subject matter. the author almost pulls this off with his third outing. Set in Canada during the mid 1990s, Messenger of Death is about the violent rivalry between two motorcycle gangs (or clubs), the well-established and widely feared Devil's Knights, and the young upstarts, the Iron Ghosts.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'Messenger of Death
  But most frustrating of all was the fact that for the top-ranking gang members business went on as usual; they gave orders, but did not commit crimes'.
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conversations.value: Messenger of Death
  But most frustrating of all was the fact that for the top-ranking gang members business went on as usual; they gave orders, but did not commit crimes. They were immune to prosecution because there was no way for the police to prove they had participated in any crimes, save minor offenses or perhaps possession of small quantities of drugs. Serge knew that only the arrests of these gang leaders could substantially damage the biker organizations and possibly end the turf war. His primary target was now Marcel, the undisputed leader of the Devil's Knights. Marcel's arrest would be possible only with the testimonies of many witnesses. But who in their right mind would testify against Marcel?
  Patrick nodded. He threw a sharp look around and followed Serge into the building. It was cool inside, and only the hum of an air conditioner disturbed the quiet of the place. A few sales desks had been arranged along the windows, but nobody sat at any of them. Two doors in the wall to the right were closed. With resolute steps, Serge approached one of them, the one with the sign, "Norman Vincent, Manager" on it. His knock was too loud for a casual visitor, and a muffled voice from inside responded quickly.
  Serge pushed on the door, walked through it, and showed his badge to the fat man sitting at the desk.
  Serge took a chair with a cursory glance around the room. The office was a typical one for an average car dealership. It had a sizable desk littered with papers and brochures, a computer terminal, and a small calculator. A few chairs around the desk and a small table in one corner with a coffee machine on it took up the rest of the space.
  During a deliberate pause, Serge studied Norman as an entomologist would examine a rare insect. Norman was the first to break the silence.
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conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: When they arrived, the farm seemed to have been deserted by its owners. Claude took the shovel and began digging a grave behind the barn, not far from the place where Stash was buried. The soil was soft and yielded easily to his shovel. Not accustomed to this kind of work, he soon grew tired and gave the shovel to Hans. Hans worked in silence. When the grave was deep enough, they went to the car, lifted Stanley out, and carried his twisting, shaking body toward it. After throwing him into the grave, Claude began pushing earth back into the hole. Stanley worked desperately to get out; he moved frantically, turning from side to side and trying to get to his feet. His silent, determined struggle was unreal and terrifying. His face, distorted by horror and hatred and covered with blood, looked yellow and pale in the moonlight.
  Hans crouched nearby and took the weed from the small metal box that Claude held in his outstretched hand.
  On the way back, they didn't speak. Silence filled the car like black, choking tar. Claude wasn't laughing anymore. He realized that he had pushed Hans too far. Hans was visibly shaken; his pale face looked dead even in the darkness of the car.
  Claude got behind the wheel and continued toward Stanley's house. He pulled up on the opposite side of the road and walked across the street, scanning the neighborhood for any suspicious activity. Nobody was in sight. Stanley's house seemed uninhabited. Its windows, like large black eyes, were staring at him in menacing silence. Claude went behind the house, holding the wrench in his hand. There, he knocked out a basement window and crawled in, careful not to scratch his skin on the glass shards that remained in the window frame.
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conversations.value: What is the last paragraph?
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conversations.value: The next speaker was Bertrand. As usual, he had no notes with him and did not resort to a computer that showed exhibits and charts, but his speech impressed everyone in the audience. He told them that more than ten high-ranking Devil's Knights had been arrested and were being kept in prison until their trial dates. And a much, much greater number of their associates were in jail with an abundance of proven evidence against them. Almost half of the top echelon of the Iron Ghosts was in prison, too, he announced. There had been massive arrests of bikers and their cronies all over Quebec, and beyond. He agreed that the campaign had been a smashing success.