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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Van, Veeteren, Bausen entitled Borkmann's Point.
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conversations.value: Borkmann's Point: The novel is set in the early 1990s when Chief Inspector Van Veeteren, a 30-year veteran of police work who appreciates fine food and drink, cuts short his vacation to help the police chief of the remote town of Kaalbringen and his small crew investigate two ax murders.\nAnother identical murder occurs in the weeks leading up to the retirement of Police Chief Bausen and it's expected that solving them would not only complete their work while Van Veeteren is available, but would be a high point for Bausen's career exit.\nBausen is determined that the cases are solved quickly and the public is safe again before he departs.\nAt a loose end in Kaalbringen, Van Veeteren accepts Bausen's collegial hospitality.\nA widower, Bausen generously shares from his expensive wine cellar and together they draw close over a love of chess.\nThe sympathetic Van Veeteren wants to resolve the difficult investigation for his old friend's sake, which Bausen also appreciates.\nThe problem is that the killings are random with the victims completely unrelated, and the murderer is too clever to be found or even noticed.\nSignificantly the corpses are discovered axed precisely in the same way with a butcher's chopper which shows the killer's attention to detail.\nJust when it seems that the Ax Murderer – so dubbed by the press – is on a roll, the killings stop at three.\nThe work to find a connecting thread is shared by a crew that includes Beate Moerk, a dedicated, single female colleague with dreams of becoming a private detective; Münster, a detective whose career is creating cracks in his marriage and family life; and others like the nerdish Kropke who bring their professional skills as well as their personality traits to bear.\nAll strive to solve the puzzle as time runs out, especially when Beate Moerk goes missing while jogging late at night.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: \nAll strive to solve the puzzle as time runs out, especially when Beate Moerk goes missing while jogging late at night..\nThe work to find a connecting thread is shared by a crew that includes Beate Moerk, a dedicated, single female colleague with dreams of becoming a private detective; Münster, a detective whose career is creating cracks in his marriage and family life; and others like the nerdish Kropke who bring their professional skills as well as their personality traits to bear.\nJust when it seems that the Ax Murderer – so dubbed by the press – is on a roll, the killings stop at three.\nSignificantly the corpses are discovered axed precisely in the same way with a butcher's chopper which shows the killer's attention to detail.\nThe problem is that the killings are random with the victims completely unrelated, and the murderer is too clever to be found or even noticed.\nThe sympathetic Van Veeteren wants to resolve the difficult investigation for his old friend's sake, which Bausen also appreciates.\nA widower, Bausen generously shares from his expensive wine cellar and together they draw close over a love of chess.\nAt a loose end in Kaalbringen, Van Veeteren accepts Bausen's collegial hospitality.\nBausen is determined that the cases are solved quickly and the public is safe again before he departs.\nAnother identical murder occurs in the weeks leading up to the retirement of Police Chief Bausen and it's expected that solving them would not only complete their work while Van Veeteren is available, but would be a high point for Bausen's career exit.Borkmann's Point: The novel is set in the early 1990s when Chief Inspector Van Veeteren, a 30-year veteran of police work who appreciates fine food and drink, cuts short his vacation to help the police chief of the remote town of Kaalbringen and his small crew investigate two ax murders
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Borkmann's Point
  He kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes rather cautiously, as if he were uncertain whether or not they were still there.
  Van Veeteren leaned back against the pillows and picked up the Melnik report yet again. He weighed it in his hand for a while, his eyes closed.
  Or perhaps painful might be a better word to describe it. Hidden away somewhere in these damn documents was the answer, but he couldn't find it. Thirty-four pages, a total of seventy-five names. He'd underlined them and re-counted twice—women, lovers and possible lovers, good friends, fellow students, colleagues, neighbors, members of the same golf club—right down to the most casual acquaintances, marginal figures who had happened to cross the path of Maurice Rühme at one time or another. And then occasions—journeys, exams, final exams, appointments, parties, new addresses, congresses, cocaine withdrawal clinics—it was all there, noted down in those densely packed pages, neatly and comprehensively recorded in the dry prose of DCI Melnik. It was a masterpiece of detective work, no doubt about it; but even so, he couldn't draw any conclusions from it. Not a damn thing!
  Or did she know something that the others didn't know? Could that be it? Could it be that he hadn't passed Borkmann's point yet, despite everything?
  It went against the grain. If they really did contain something of significance, why had the murderer left them there? He'd had plenty of time, and didn't seem to be a person who left anything to chance.
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conversations.value: Provide another paragraph.. Start with the sentence 'The time that still existed was for the fading rhythms and needs in her own body'.
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conversations.value: The time that still existed was for the fading rhythms and needs in her own body. In this deadening darkness day and night no longer existed; time was split into fragments: She slept and woke up, stayed awake and fell asleep. It wasn't possible to judge how long anything took; it might be day outside, or it might be night... perhaps she had slept for eight hours, or was it only twenty minutes? Hunger and thirst cropped up merely as faint signals from something that didn't concern her, but she ate nevertheless from the bowl of bread and fruit that he replenished now and again. Drank from the bottle of water.
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conversations.value: Provide the last paragraph.
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conversations.value: Thought Detective Chief Inspector Van Veeteren as he started groping in the glove compartment for Penderecki.