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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Bennet, Sarah, Holder entitled What You Have Left.
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conversations.value: What You Have Left: Sarah Linden (Mireille Enos) investigates links between Rosie Larsen's case and those of other missing girls, telling Lieutenant Oakes (Garry Chalk) that a serial killer might have murdered Rosie.\nHolder (Joel Kinnaman) asks him about getting a search warrant for the Ahmed's apartment, but Oakes replies that they need more evidence for it.\nSarah and Holder learn from a neighbor (Michael Roberds) that a girl arrived at Bennet's house on Friday at 10m.\nHe is shown a picture and confirms the girl was Rosie.\nHolder and Sarah question Bennet (Brandon Jay McLaren), asking if Rosie visited on Friday.\nHe admits that she did, apologizing for forgetting that she dropped off a book after the dance.\nWhen asked to see the book, he says that they cannot without a search warrant.\nIn order to determine how late Bennet stayed at the dance, Sarah makes a call to have school video checked.\nLater, Holder sits in a car with a man (Brian Markinson) who mentions the Larsen case.\nWhen told that Bennet is the prime suspect, he tells Holder that Stan Larsen previously provided muscle for Janek Kovarsky's mob and once had a gambling problem.\nAt the police station, Holder interviews Amber Ahmed's sister who says that Amber arrived at her house at 1m.\nthe night of the dance, upset that Bennet was keeping secrets from her.\nSarah later receives a call saying that Bennet was on tape at the dance at 11:20m.\nand could not have let Rosie into his apartment.\nPrincipal Meyers (Kerry Sandomirsky) visits Richmond (Billy Campbell) to tell him that the police are investigating Bennet.\nGwen (Kristin Lehman) cancels the campaign advertisement featuring Bennet, and Jamie (Eric Ladin) advises Richmond to distance himself from him.\nRichmond resists.\nSenator Eaton (Alan Dale) later warns Richmond that he'll be committing political suicide if he doesn't cut Bennet loose.\nDuring a televised debate that occurs between him and the mayor, Richmond promises morality, using the Seattle All Stars program as an example.\nMayor Adams (Tom Butler) asks if one of its mentors is the chief suspect in the Larsen murder, and, after Richmond defends Bennet, the mayor accuses him of coddling criminals.\nThe Larsens hold Rosie's wake in their garage, to which Bennet attends.\nBelko (Brendan Sexton III) receives a phone call from his high school contact.\nAfter hanging up, he relays news to Stan (Brent Sexton) that Bennet is the police's prime suspect.\nBack in Bennet's neighborhood, Sarah learns from a resident with a telescope that at 12:03m.\nthe previous Saturday, he saw Bennet carrying a girl that was wrapped in a blanket and not moving.\nHe added that Bennet had help carrying her, and they all left in a black car.\nHolder joins Sarah, and they knock on Bennet's door, but no one answers.\nInside, Amber (Ashley Johnson), clutching a hammer, crouches on the floor.\nIn the squad car, Holder tells Sarah that he has learned of Stan's connection to the Polish mob.\nSarah urges him to call Bennet.\nBack at the wake, Bennet's cell phone, which he had placed on a table, rings, but he does not hear it.\nBennet tells Stan about Rosie and is offered to a ride so he can tell Stan more about her.\nSarah and Holder later arrive at the garage to learn that Bennet is with Stan.\nIn the van, Bennet points out that Stan has missed the exit to his house.\nStan ignores him.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'What You Have Left
  Covey was trying to get at Lyle, but two bigger men were holding him with his arms pinned behind his back'.
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conversations.value: What You Have Left
  Covey was trying to get at Lyle, but two bigger men were holding him with his arms pinned behind his back. "Fuck you!" Covey was saying. "That's the flag! That's our flag!" A faded tattoo of the very same flag peeked from beneath his sleeve. The veins bulged in his skinny arms and neck as he ranted about state heritage and the blood of his ancestors. Lyle just stood there. All Holly could figure was that her husband was drunk, or delirious from the heat. How else to explain it? When two site managers marched into the crowd and ordered everyone back to work, Lyle didn't even try to slip away. He caught sight of Holly as one of the managers stomped out the fire. He looked surprised, and a touch embarrassed, like the look he got when he smuggled home an old pickax or musket ball.
  Lyle shook his head as the managers led him away. Holly felt a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay," Beatty said. "They won't want the police involved."
  She watched as Lyle was ushered into the white trailer that served as the construction office. When the door clicked shut, Beatty removed his hard hat and hollered for every-body's attention.
  One by one, the workers began dropping cash into the hat. A collection for Lyle: Holly could hardly believe it. It was like a movie, like her husband was some kind of folk hero who'd done what everyone else only wished they had the guts to do.
  The hat came back full of bills, mostly tens and twenties. Beatty dumped the money into a paper sack. "Give this to Lyle when you see him, sugar," he said, adding forty dollars from his own pocket as if it were an afterthought. He was wearing his diamond ring again. He'd managed to turn his luck.
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conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: When Wylie opens the door, the room is deserted, no sign of Tracy or Ted except for the overturned crate and its coils of rope. Then he hears a car. He follows the sound through the back door, out into the blustery afternoon. Sure enough, it's the 280ZX, hidden between the dumpster and a wilted row of wax myrtles. Tracy nearly clips him as she backs out.
  It's not until then, as he steps aside to let the car pass—as he sees the boxes and suitcases piled in the hatchback—that it dawns on him: Rather than risk losing her son in court, Tracy is kidnapping him, has been planning to all along. And what better cover than a hurricane? What better lie to tell the kid? It's just dumb luck he caught her at the boutique, maybe picking up her last paycheck, borrowing some extra cash, saying good-bye.
  Wylie hurries around the building in time to see her turn north onto the highway. In the past four months, he's yet to fail at delivering a packet, and he doesn't intend to start today. As he climbs into his car, Tracy's friends come out onto the porch and stand at the rail, drinks in hand, not quite smiling. They look at him like they know everything—not just about his sleazy job, but also the daughter he left, the dead wife whose grave he doesn't visit. They're looking at him like he gets what he deserves.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'My wife, Deborah Way, is an editor at a magazine in New York'.
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conversations.value: My wife, Deborah Way, is an editor at a magazine in New York. We met in the MFA program at Ohio State, and since then she's spent countless hours editing my fiction. As an editor, she's very thorough, has very high expectations, and takes my work very seriously, which is exactly what I think every writer needs. I do, at least.
  I think writers have a built-in need to get together. Most writers I know are very social people, yet we spend a big chunk of our lives alone at a desk, shut off from the rest of the world. It's good to come out of the cave and meet each other now and then. And of course it's helpful, professionally, to spend time with such an accomplished group of writers, editors, agents, etc. But the big thing about Squaw is the friendships I've made. Also, the valley itself is stunningly beautiful, and I like staying in a house with a bidet.
  I have a nice little office at home that Deborah dreams of turning into a bathroom. There's an old wooden desk, a metal chair on wheels. Usually the cat's in my lap, at least until my leg falls asleep.
  Mostly I write on the computer at my desk, but I do find it useful to revise on a hard copy, somewhere other than in my office. Reading the words on an actual page helps me see problems I missed on the computer screen. Somehow the change of scenery helps too.
  Also, I spend about 90 minutes a day driving my daughter to and from school. I do a lot of brainstorming in the car, talking into a handheld digital recorder.