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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled In the Evil Day about Temple, Peter, Australian with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.
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conversations.value: Peter Temple (born 1946 in South Africa) is an Australian crime fiction writer. Formerly a journalist and journalism lecturer, he played a significant role in establishing the professional editing course at RMIT, Melbourne. Temple turned to fiction writing in the 1990s. His Jack Irish novels (Bad Debts, Black Tide, Dead Point, and White Dog) are set in Melbourne, Australia, and feature an unusual lawyer-gambler protagonist. In 2012, the Australian ABC Television and the German ZDF produced the first two as feature-length films with Guy Pearce in the title role under the series title Jack Irish. Temple has also written three stand-alone novels: An Iron Rose, Shooting Star, In the Evil Day (Identity Theory in the US), as well as The Broken Shore and its semi-sequel, Truth. In 2010, Peter Temple won the Miles Franklin Award for his novel Truth.
  						  	
  						    	--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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conversations.value: Provide the first two paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: In the Evil Day
  Dead. How many people in this unfathomable business were dead. Now Tilders by chance, Serrano and Kael murdered, Bruynzeel, probably murdered. Shawn.
  He thought about the Wishart woman. She connected Kaskis and Diab to the film shown to her by Mackie, who was Niemand, and that brought in Serrano and Kael and Shawn and Bruynzeel and Richler and Trilling, whoever he was.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Lourens.
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conversations.value: In the Evil Day
  Dead. How many people in this unfathomable business were dead. Now Tilders by chance, Serrano and Kael murdered, Bruynzeel, probably murdered. Lourens, probably. Shawn. 
  He thought about the Wishart woman. She connected Kaskis and Diab to the film shown to her by Mackie, who was Niemand, and that brought in Serrano and Kael and Shawn and Bruynzeel and Richler and Trilling, whoever he was.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He was part of someone's problem now. Whatever the problem was and whoever the people who had it were. He had joined Lourens and his ex-employee, joined Serrano and Kael and Bruynzeel. Yes. And Kaskis and Diab and all the dead soldiers from Special Deployment. They had been a problem for someone and they had been killed for it. Tilders, he had been collateral damage. They hadn't cared whether they killed him or not.
  And he was a target now. Two men sent to kill him. They would have killed Alex too, killed anyone who happened to be there, also collateral damage.
  At the annexe entrance, Baader rang the bell for Wolfgang to let them in. They were in Baader's office, both of them standing, when Inskip came to the door.
  Anselm heard himself sigh in return. 'Listen,' he said. 'I'll come to England tonight. We might make sense of this if we find them.'
  He went back to Baader's office and told him. Baader looked at him for a long time, a finger tracing the line of his upper lip.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: Whatever the problem was and whoever the people who had it were. He had joined Lourens and his ex-employee, joined Serrano and Kael and Bruynzeel. Yes. And Kaskis and Diab and all the dead soldiers from Special Deployment. They had been a problem for someone and they had been killed for it. Tilders, he had been collateral damage. They hadn't cared whether they killed him or not.
  And he was a target now. Two men sent to kill him. They would have killed Alex too, killed anyone who happened to be there, also collateral damage.
  At the annexe entrance, Baader rang the bell for Wolfgang to let them in. They were in Baader's office, both of them standing, when Inskip came to the door.
  Anselm heard himself sigh in return. 'Listen,' he said. 'I'll come to England tonight. We might make sense of this if we find them.'
  He went back to Baader's office and told him. Baader looked at him for a long time, a finger tracing the line of his upper lip.
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conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Roses without names.'.
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conversations.value: He untied the ribbon around the letters. They were all addressed to Fräulein Erika Einspenner in a slashing hand.
  He turned it back, studied it, looked at Anselm, back at the photograph. 'Looks a bit like you, the blond major. What's the interest in these murderers?'
  He went onto the balcony and smoked a cigarette. He stood in the corner, looked at the winter city, the white tower and the glowing skyscraper, the low lights of the Pöseldorf shore, a ferry heading for the Rabenstrasse landing. The light from Beate's desklamp lay across the balcony in a shaft, lay on him. His smoke drifted across it, sheet white, met the darkness, vanished in a straight line.
  He took the final draw, arched the stub into the night, a dying star falling on the old, forgotten roses. Roses without names.