conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Brennan\'s, Acadian, Montreal entitled Bones to Ashes?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bones to Ashes: The opening two chapters provide details of Brennan\'s childhood and her holiday friendship on Pawleys Island, South Carolina, with an Acadian girl, Evangeline Landry, who mysteriously disappeared in her early teens.\nYears later, while working at the Laboratoire de Sciences Judiciaires et de Medecine Legale in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Brennan hears from Sergent-enqueteur Hippolyte "Hippo" Gallant about a box of human bones that she begins to suspect could be Evangeline\'s remains, and investigates them alongside her routine forensic work.\nLieutenant-Detective Andrew Ryan, Brennan\'s regular co-worker and sometime lover, is involved in a case with three missing and two dead girls, and calls on her to help.\nMeanwhile Brennan\'s husband Pete, from whom she has long been separated, decides to divorce her for a woman 20 years younger than he is, and her sister Harry comes to visit and becomes involved in the search for Evangeline.\nAs Brennan, Harry, Ryan and Hippo follow the leads they find links to a child pornography ring, and visit Tracadie on the Acadian Peninsula and Quebec City before the plot climaxes on the outskirts of Montreal.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bones to Ashes
  And what did the name mean? Island of what? Perhaps the maps I'd consulted used an English translation.
  I knew scie translated "saw." I'd encountered the word countless times on requests for analysis of dismembered corpses. I wasn't so sure about bec.
  Lots of choices. Beak. Bill. Snout. Mouth. Nose (of tool). Nozzle (of tube). Lip (of jug). Spout (of coffeepot). Peak (of bicycle saddle). Mouthpiece (of clarinet).
  Nope. Saw was pretty much it. Radial, wood, circular, hack, power, jig, turning, chain, scroll. Distinctions were handled with modifiers.
  Cormier's apartment was located a block from his studio, in a white-brick box lacking a single redeeming architectural detail. Air conditioners jutted from all four floors, whirring and dripping. Gold script above the glass entrance provided the building's name: Château de Fougères.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The lone smoker had fried platinum hair that wisped down past her ears. I put her age at somewhere around forty.
  Hearing voices, or perhaps sensing my interest, the blonde flicked her eyes sideways in my direction. I smiled. She glanced away. The other women continued their conversation, uncurious.
  Before Ryan could respond, I stepped back and snapped, "Stop telling me what to do. I'm not stupid, you know."
  Ryan produced the envelope containing the prints, facial repros, and autopsy photos. Snatching it, I stomped across the room, yanked a chair, and threw myself down at a table.
  The blonde had watched our "spat" with interest. Now her eyes were on the jar lid she was using as an ashtray.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: If I hoped the last reference would do it, I was wrong. Blondie's expression said dirty barefoot woman with burglary tool. Dangerous?
  I leaned against the Mazda, fuming, shifting from damaged foot to damaged foot, alternating between checking my watch and scanning the pavement for my bracelet. Finally I heard the sound of an engine.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about parking.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: If I hoped the last reference would do it, I was wrong. Blondie's expression said dirty barefoot woman with burglary tool. Dangerous?
  I leaned against the Mazda, fuming, shifting from damaged foot to damaged foot, alternating between checking my watch and scanning the pavement for my bracelet. I began to pace the parking lot. Finally I heard the sound of an engine. 
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