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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Cutting Edge about Originally, Massachusetts, Florida with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author has a head full of characters insisting their stories be told. Originally from Massachusetts, she now writes in the sunshine of Florida. She lives with her husband, in a home ruled by spoiled rescue animals.Darciathe author.com
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Darcia.
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conversations.value: the author has a head full of characters insisting their stories be told. Originally from Massachusetts, she now writes in the sunshine of Florida. She lives with her husband, in a home ruled by spoiled rescue animals. You can learn more about Darcia and her books at: http://www. Darciathe author. com
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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Cutting Edge about National, Archives, Distinguished with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author defines himself as a storyteller. He has authored more than sixty books that have sold more than 2.5 million copies. His catalog includes novels, biographies, children&amp;rsquo;s works as well as books on history, culture and faith. He has also been the featured speaker at the National Archives Distinguished Lecture Series, hosted a network television special and does college basketball play-by-play. Ace lives in Arkansas. Learn more about him by visiting Acethe author.com.&amp;nbsp;
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Cutting Edge
  Romania was a nation of which he knew nothing. "There're thousands of towns and regions and parks in Romania. And someplace rich in oil. Maybe not oil wells. Maybe ports for shipping oil. Maybe banks that specialize in oil industry lending." He shook his head.
  But then he did. Rhyme laughed. "Yes, the answer is a location in Romania—but not the country. It's in 'Romania,' the word. The Middle Eastern country with oil reserves."
  Rhyme noticed motion on the front-door monitor and observed Sachs climbing stairs and pulling her keys from her bag. She'd returned from the jobsite where Unsub 47 had, possibly, met with a worker for reasons as yet undetermined.
  Her eyes were distant. Her thumb worried a finger, then the digits swapped roles. He could see a bloody cuticle.
  He nodded. And observed that she seemed oddly distracted. Even troubled. He wondered too why it had taken her so damn long to get here.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Oman.
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conversations.value: The Cutting Edge
  Romania was a nation of which he knew nothing. "There're thousands of towns and regions and parks in Romania. And someplace rich in oil. Maybe not oil wells. Maybe ports for shipping oil. Maybe banks that specialize in oil industry lending. " He shook his head. 
  But then he did. Rhyme laughed. "Yes, the answer is a location in Romania—but not the country. It's in 'Romania,' the word. The answer's 'Oman': r-O-M-A-N-i-a. The Middle Eastern country with oil reserves. "
  Rhyme noticed motion on the front-door monitor and observed Sachs climbing stairs and pulling her keys from her bag. She'd returned from the jobsite where Unsub 47 had, possibly, met with a worker for reasons as yet undetermined. 
  Her eyes were distant. Her thumb worried a finger, then the digits swapped roles. He could see a bloody cuticle. 
  He nodded. And observed that she seemed oddly distracted. Even troubled. He wondered too why it had taken her so damn long to get here.
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conversations.value: Rostov saw the man he was following approach a gray Ford and push the fob button. The lights flashed briefly. Rostov was only twenty feet behind him and he sped up, head still down. When the man pulled open the driver's door and dropped into the seat, Rostov did the same on the passenger side.
  The Russian smiled. And stuck his hand out. The driver shook his head, with a wry laugh, gripped Rostov's meaty palm and, with his left hand, pressed the man's biceps, a gesture conveying a cautious warmth. It was the sort of greeting that might transpire between two soldiers who'd been enemies in the past—and might yet be in the future—but who, for the moment at least, were allies with a common cause.
  Krueger didn't explain that the identity he'd stolen, Edward Ackroyd, was, yes, a real employee of Milbank Assurance—a company that insured hundreds of diamond and precious metal mines and wholesalers. Ackroyd, as he'd told Rhyme, was a former Scotland Yard detective and presently was a senior claims investigator with Milbank. Beyond that, Krueger knew nothing of the real Ackroyd; he'd made everything else up, like riffing on his sexuality: He played his fictional version as gay—a casting choice intended to work his way, subtly, through Rhyme's defenses; the consultant seemed like a man who valued tolerance. (Krueger had told his business partner in his company, Terrance DeVoer, the most hetero man you'd ever meet, that Terry and Krueger were now married—to the South African's great amusement.)
  The cryptic crossword puzzles—which were a hobby of Krueger's—were also intended to ingratiate himself with the criminalist. A number of Krueger's clients were British so he could easily feign being English.
  In the driver's seat of the rental car Krueger eased back a bit from the Russian. Rostov stank of pungent cigarettes and onion and excessive drugstore aftershave. "And you? You're not Vlad Rostov, I assume."
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conversations.value: What is the last two paragraphs?
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conversations.value: He read the text once more—to see if there were any clues as to where the Watchmaker was texting from or where he intended to go. Nothing. And by now the phone was, in fact, destroyed. He told Cooper to power down his own phone, remove the battery and throw it out. Then call the server and cancel that number.
  Many, many thanks to the team: Will and Tina Anderson, Cicely Aspinall, Sophie Baker, Felicity Blunt, Penelope Burns, Giovanna Canton, Francesca Cinelli, Luca Crovi, Jane Davis, Julie Deaver, Andy Dodd, Jenna Dolan, Cathy Gleason, Jamie Hodder-Williams, Kerry Hood, Emma Knight, Carolyn Mays, Meriam Metoui, Wes Miller, Claire Nozieres, Hazel Orme, Abby Parsons, Seba Pezzani, Michael Pietsch, Betsy Robbins, Katy Rouse, Lindsey Rose, Roberto and Cecilia Santachiara, Deborah Schneider, Vivienne Schuster, Kallie Shimek, Louise Swannell, Ruth Tross, Madelyn Warcholik.