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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Melbourne, Australia, Australia's with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Below The Belt'
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Below The Belt
  Dino choked on his scotch, and Stone pounded him on the back. He was finally able to speak. "Four hundred million in the bank, just like that?"
  THAT NIGHT, Stone dreamed exotic, dramatic dreams that seemed to involve Christian St. Clair and his political surrogate, but when he awoke, he could only remember fragments.
  Stone riffled through the mail and found an envelope from a law office in Virginia; that struck him as odd, and he opened the letter inside.
  CARSON RUTLEDGE WAS a tall, slender man in a well-tailored, chalk-striped suit, with a head of thick gray hair. Stone offered him a chair and coffee. He declined the coffee, and Stone thought that a good thing, since he seemed to be pretty wired already.
  AT AROUND 3:30 PM Joan came into Stone's office. "The boxes you told me about are here. Can I have the man bring them in?"
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: ERIK MACHER GOT BACK TO his office, switched on his computer, and brought up his aircraft tracking software. He found the Gulfstream, identified by its tail number, halfway across the Atlantic. He estimated the distance to Brussels and calculated that the flight would land at about ten PM, European time. He called his contact in Brussels and conveyed that information to him.
  Brussels? Why Brussels? It seemed an unlikely place to hide a family, but perhaps that was reason enough to choose it. He set his iPhone alarm to warn him when the aircraft would be approaching Brussels. It was very important that the family be intercepted and followed at the airport, because once in the city, they might be impossible to find.
  AT EIGHT-THIRTY PM his alarm chimed, and he went back to the tracking software to recalculate the Gulfstream's landing time. Its tail number was nowhere to be seen. He rebooted the software and looked again; the aircraft was not on the line between its former mid-Atlantic position and Brussels. He felt a rising wave of panic; if he lost these people St. Clair would kill him.
  Then he saw the tail number, not over the English Channel, where he would have expected it, but over southern England. He got out an aeronautical chart of the area and put the position of the airplane between the Bournemouth and Southampton airports, headed west. He watched as the aircraft made a 180-degree turn back to the east, and a couple of minutes later it stopped moving. That was impossible; the airplane couldn't hover, and there was no airport where it had landed. You didn't put down an aircraft of that size on a grass strip somewhere; you needed pavement, and a lot of it, if you ever planned to take off again.
  He continued to stare at the symbol, and perhaps ten minutes later it began to move again, very slowly. It was taxiing back to the west end of what must be a runway for takeoff. Sure enough, as he watched it picked up speed and left, turning toward the Channel. Clearly, the family had been dropped off in an area with no airport.
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