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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Cold is the Grave'?
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conversations.value: Cold is the Grave
  He gave her the once-over, smiled as if he thought he were sexy and pointed with his thumb. "Office back there."
  Annie felt his eyes on her behind as she walked away, heard a whisper, then men's laughter. She thought of turning and making some comment about how childish they were but decided they weren't worth the effort.
  George Whitmore turned out to be a pleasant, good-natured man with cropped grey hair, not far from retirement age by the look of him. He had a framed photo of his family, including grandchildren, on his desk. "If you don't mind me asking, love, why do the police want to know about the Walker fire now, after all this time?"
  Whitmore nodded. "Early on. There were no signs of forced entry, of anything being disturbed, for a start. There was also no evidence of accelerants being used, and, quite honestly, nobody had any reason to harm the Walkers."
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about paused, frowned.
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conversations.value: Cold is the Grave
  He gave her the once-over, smiled as if he thought he were sexy and pointed with his thumb. "Office back there. "
  Annie felt his eyes on her behind as she walked away, heard a whisper, then men's laughter. She thought of turning and making some comment about how childish they were but decided they weren't worth the effort. 
  George Whitmore turned out to be a pleasant, good-natured man with cropped grey hair, not far from retirement age by the look of him. He had a framed photo of his family, including grandchildren, on his desk. 
  He paused and frowned. "If you don't mind me asking, love, why do the police want to know about the Walker fire now, after all this time?"
  Whitmore nodded. "Early on. There were no signs of forced entry, of anything being disturbed, for a start. There was also no evidence of accelerants being used, and, quite honestly, nobody had any reason to harm the Walkers. "
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conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: They walked along the riverside path, past the terraced gardens, no more than a small park dotted with trees, to their left. There weren't many people around, just a young couple walking their Airedale and an old-age pensioner in a flat cap taking his daily constitutional. Banks had often considered buying a flat cap himself. All these years in Yorkshire and he still didn't have one. But he didn't like wearing hats, even in winter.
  Across the river, to the right, bare trees lined the opposite bank. Banks could make out the shapes of the large houses facing The Green, beyond which lay the notorious East Side Estate, which pretty much kept the Eastvale police in business year round.
  In one of those big houses lived Jenny Fuller, a psychologist Banks had worked with on a number of cases. A friend, too, and a one-time potential lover. Jenny had been polite but cool towards him ever since he stood her up on a date three months ago through no fault of his own. It was more than just that, though; it was as if Jenny had put too much of herself on the line, exposed her feelings for him, and the seeming rejection had grazed a raw nerve, made her curl in on herself. She was on the rebound from a sour relationship with an American professor at the time, Banks already knew, so she was hurting to start with. He wished he could do something to bridge the distance, rekindle the friendship. It had been important to him over the years.
  But there was Annie, too. Banks was no expert, but he knew enough of women to realize that Annie wouldn't appreciate his spending time with someone other than her, now that he felt free from his marriage.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'FIRST, MANY THANKS to those who read and commented on the manuscript throughout its development: in particular, Sheila Halladay, Dominick Abel, Patricia Lande Grader, Beverley Cousins, Erika Schmid and Mary Adachi'.
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conversations.value: FIRST, MANY THANKS to those who read and commented on the manuscript throughout its development: in particular, Sheila Halladay, Dominick Abel, Patricia Lande Grader, Beverley Cousins, Erika Schmid and Mary Adachi. Also, many thanks to Robert Barnard for his inimitably valuable and entertaining comments.
  While I frequently tweak police procedure for dramatic purposes, any accuracy I may display in the matter is owing entirely to my conversations with Area Commander Phil Gormley, Detective Inspector Alan Young and Detective Inspector Claire Stevens, all of Thames Valley Police, and Detective Sergeant Keith Wright, of Nottingham C.I.D. Any mistakes are my own.
  A seven-year-old girl is kidnapped, and there is a dreadful possibility of ritual satanic abuse. A corpse is found at an abandoned mine. When the two cases converge, Inspector Banks confronts one of the most terrifying villains he will ever meet.
  Sixteen-year-old Deborah Harrison was last seen heading home from school. Soon after her body is found in the local cemetery, a suspect is apprehended, but Banks is not convinced they have the right person in custody. There are too many loose ends—including the victim's own dark secrets.