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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Concealed in Death about Eve, Roarke, Dallas with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: The rundown building has good bones. That is exactly why Roarke bought it. The problem is the building has some real bones in it as well. While breaking through an interior wall to kick off the renovation, Roarke discovers bones wrapped in plastic. A quick call to his wife, Lieutenant Eve Dallas of the New York Police and Security Department, brings Eve and her team to the site. Eventually, 12 bodies are found in the building. With the help of the departments new forensic anthropologist, Eve is able to pinpoint the time of the murders to 15 years earlier when the building served as the Sanctuary, a shelter for troubled and/or homeless teens. When Eve begins tracing the lives of each of the young girls who died there, she not only finds herself tracking a killer, but she also discovers a startling connection between the crimes and someone in her own life. The latest nail-biting installment in the authors long-running Eve Dallas series features the same skillfully drawn characters and masterful way with suspense that have ensnared readers since Naked in Death (1995). --John Charles
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conversations.value: The rundown building has good bones. That is exactly why Roarke bought it. The problem is the building has some real bones in it as well. While breaking through an interior wall to kick off the renovation, Roarke discovers bones wrapped in plastic. A quick call to his wife, Lieutenant Eve Dallas of the New York Police and Security Department, brings Eve and her team to the site. Eventually, 12 bodies are found in the building. With the help of the departments new forensic anthropologist, Eve is able to pinpoint the time of the murders to 15 years earlier when the building served as the Sanctuary, a shelter for troubled and/or homeless teens. When Eve begins tracing the lives of each of the young girls who died there, she not only finds herself tracking a killer, but she also discovers a startling connection between the crimes and someone in her own life. The latest nail-biting installment in the authors long-running Eve Dallas series features the same skillfully drawn characters and masterful way with suspense that have ensnared readers since Naked in Death (1995).
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Concealed in Death
  Neglect could kill a building brick by brick. It was, to his mind, more insidious than hurricane or earthquake as it murdered slowly, quietly, not in rage or passion, but with utter contempt.
  Or perhaps he was being a bit lyrical about a structure that had served no purpose other than housing rats and junkies for more than a dozen years.
  But with vision, and considerable money, the old building, sagging its shoulders in what had once been Hell's Kitchen, would stand strong again, and with purpose. He'd had his ear to that mousehole as well, and had listened to the rumors of rehab or razing, of additional funding and complete bankruptcy.
  As he'd anticipated, the reality fell between, and the property popped on the market. Still he'd waited, biding his time, until the fanciful—to his mind—asking price slid down to a more reasonable level.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about He'd, waiting, owned.
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conversations.value: Concealed in Death
  Neglect could kill a building brick by brick. It was, to his mind, more insidious than hurricane or earthquake as it murdered slowly, quietly, not in rage or passion, but with utter contempt. 
  Or perhaps he was being a bit lyrical about a structure that had served no purpose other than housing rats and junkies for more than a dozen years. 
  But with vision, and considerable money, the old building, sagging its shoulders in what had once been Hell's Kitchen, would stand strong again, and with purpose. 
  He'd had his eye on the property for more than a year, waiting like a cat at a mousehole for the shaky conglomerate that owned it to crumble a little more. He'd had his ear to that mousehole as well, and had listened to the rumors of rehab or razing, of additional funding and complete bankruptcy. 
  As he'd anticipated, the reality fell between, and the property popped on the market. Still he'd waited, biding his time, until the fanciful—to his mind—asking price slid down to a more reasonable level.
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conversations.value: He laughed again, wiggled his fingers. "All thumbs. I remember being on painting detail once, and hating it. I bribed another boy to take my duty. We were required to do work around the building. Cleaning, painting as I said—and were encouraged to work with the handyman—what was his name? Brady—no, Brodie—and with Montclair."
  But Eve saw his gaze linger on Shelby's photo, and thought he remembered her and her bj bargaining chip well enough.
  He leaned forward again, just a bit more this time, held out his hands. "We were given what we needed at The Sanctuary. Shelter, food, boundaries, discipline, reward, education. Someone cared enough to give us what we needed. And when we moved locations, became the Higher Power Cleansing Center for Youths, we were given more of it, in a better place, because they had more funding. Without what I was given, without the opportunity to see the path, to accept the higher power, I would never have seen or lived up to my own potential, or had the courage to offer a new way to others."
  Eve sat back. "Is that what they taught you at The Sanctuary, at HPCCY? That being dead at peace is better than living a hard life?"
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: At the end of the long and miserable day, Eve dragged herself into the house. She wanted a shower, blistering hot, and oblivion.
  Instead of Summerset and the cat looming in the foyer, Roarke walked to her, with the cat on his heels.
  She sat on the side of the bed, managed a smile when he crouched and pulled off her boots. "He'll be spending some time in the mentally defective ward of Rikers for now. He'll be examined, interviewed, tested, prodded, and poked. When I start to feel sorry for him, I think about the girls on my board."
  She flopped on her back a moment, stared at the ceiling. "He knew what he was doing when he killed Shelby. I'd bet my badge on it. But he knew. And I think that's what broke him. Realizing what he'd done when it was too late to change it. So he had to kill Linh, then he had to believe it was a mission. But he knew with Shelby. He would've been judged legally sane if we'd caught him then."
  She frowned at Galahad, currently sleeping on the bed with all four legs in the air. "Yeah, I did. But a person, that's two names."
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about pissed, tangled, making, making.
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conversations.value: At the end of the long and miserable day, Eve dragged herself into the house. She wanted a shower, blistering hot, and oblivion. 
  Instead of Summerset and the cat looming in the foyer, Roarke walked to her, with the cat on his heels. 
  She sat on the side of the bed, managed a smile when he crouched and pulled off her boots. "He'll be spending some time in the mentally defective ward of Rikers for now. He'll be examined, interviewed, tested, prodded, and poked. When I start to feel sorry for him, I think about the girls on my board. "
  She flopped on her back a moment, stared at the ceiling. "He knew what he was doing when he killed Shelby. I'd bet my badge on it. He was pissed and hurt, and he tangled that up making her pay with making her good. But he knew. And I think that's what broke him. Realizing what he'd done when it was too late to change it. So he had to kill Linh, then he had to believe it was a mission. But he knew with Shelby. He would've been judged legally sane if we'd caught him then. "
  She frowned at Galahad, currently sleeping on the bed with all four legs in the air. "Yeah, I did. But a person, that's two names. "