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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Vengeance, Death, Lt.\nEve entitled Vengeance in Death?
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conversations.value: Vengeance in Death: Lt.\nEve Dallas is shocked by the brutal nature of a series of murders.\nThe crimes are clearly related and Eve makes a shocking discovery—a common link between the victims: her husband, Roarke.\nRoarke's past has come back to haunt them both.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: \nEve Dallas is shocked by the brutal nature of a series of murders.\nThe crimes are clearly related and Eve makes a shocking discovery—a common link between the victims: her husband, Roarke.\nRoarke's past has come back to haunt them both.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Vengeance in Death
  The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous. Lieutenant Eve Dallas had them all.
  She knew the act of murder required none of these. All too often a life was taken on impulse, in rage, for amusement, or simply out of stupidity. It was the last of these, in Eve's mind, that had led one John Henry Bonning to throw one Charles Michael Renekee out a twelfth-story window on Avenue D.
  With a sigh, Eve sat down at the little metal table in Interview A. She didn't want Bonning to lawyer himself and gum up the works. All she had to do was keep him from saying those words, steer him in the direction she was already heading, and she had a wrap.
  Second-rate chemi-dealers like Bonning were invariably slow-witted, but sooner or later he'd whine for a representative. It was an old shuffle-and-dodge, as timeless as murder itself. As the year 2058 stumbled to an end, the business of murder remained basically unchanged.
  It took him about thirty pondering seconds, then his lips stretched out into a grin. "Funny. Pretty funny, Dallas."
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conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Despite the company, Eve managed to slip away long enough to dismiss McNab and Peabody, gather their reports and file them for later view. She cornered Summerset and, after a nasty little conversation, convinced him it would be in his best interest to report to Dr. Mira's office at eleven A.M. for testing.
  At the end of it, her head throbbed badly enough for her to resort to a dose of painkiller. Roarke found her in the bathroom, scowling at the pills palmed in her hand.
  She started to pull back, but his hands held her still. "I have to give Whitney something by tomorrow. I told Mira everything."
  Roarke angled his head, nodded. "Point taken. I'll have a look, personally, at my electronic security."
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: His hands were as gentle as a mother's with an infant, but he knew he hurt her. "You saved my life. You stepped in front of me. Why?"
  Summerset studied her for a long moment. Pain swam in her eyes, must have been screaming through her system. But she thought of Roarke. "Yes, Lieutenant. I understand."
  Roarke sighed. "Summerset, would you contact Commander Whitney and tell him what's happened here tonight?"
  When he walked out she pursed her lips. "I'll have to get blasted more often. He didn't even sneer at me."
  She looked around the wreckage of the lovely room, at the wasted boy on the floor. And felt Roarke's lips brush over her hair. "Me either."
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: His hands were as gentle as a mother's with an infant, but he knew he hurt her. "You saved my life. You stepped in front of me. Why?"
  Summerset studied her for a long moment. Pain swam in her eyes, must have been screaming through her system. But she thought of Roarke. "Yes, Lieutenant. I understand."
  Roarke sighed. "Summerset, would you contact Commander Whitney and tell him what's happened here tonight?"
  When he walked out she pursed her lips. "I'll have to get blasted more often. He didn't even sneer at me."
  She looked around the wreckage of the lovely room, at the wasted boy on the floor. And felt Roarke's lips brush over her hair. "Me either.