conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Randy, Quinn, He's with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Garden of the Dead'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence ' Before he started on getting it all put back, he went to the phone.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Garden of the Dead
  It worked. The judge set bail, but the amount took up every available dollar Quinn had inherited as well as required him to put his property on the line.
  Scarlet got off much easier because of the lesser charges and was out hours before he was. His first thought was to call her when he got his truck back and was on his way home. It wasn't until then that he remembered Beck had taken his cell phone and the police had not returned it. He made a mental note to have Corny get it back for him.
  Right now he was eager to get home to see what Beck's people had done to his house during their search. When he arrived, he was surprised to see it so pristine, not a cabinet or a drawer left open and nothing tossed to the floor. It was almost as if they had come in and gone right to the drawer that had the jewelry.
  His tool shed was a different story. Every cabinet was left open and every drawer emptied, with nothing put back. All of his tool cases were turned over, the contents left on the floor. He had to step around scattered equipment. Before he started on getting it all put back, he went to the phone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He got to his knees and carefully pulled the clumps of grass back. Then he began with his hand shovel. Daylight was already waning and the air taking on the chill of early fall nights. It enhanced the darkness inside him as he uncovered the still softened earth. He stopped when he saw the baby's fingers and stared for a moment before he started to dig harder and then stopped after he had uncovered most of the baby's arm. He looked back toward the funeral home and then down at the makeshift shallow grave.
  I've got to look at this from every conceivable angle, he thought. My problem's been that I've been too impulsive, too anxious and desperate to make things right again. I've got to anticipate, to do what Corny said he does, think the way his opponent might, even become his opponent.
  So we turn up the dead baby we said was in the coffin. What if it has nothing to do with the Kitchens? What if there's no DNA tying Stuart or his father to the dead infant? Although that's unlikely now, it was still a possibility. If that turned out to be the case, could he somehow be blamed for this as well? This discovery in and of itself won't discount the jewelry being found in his house and the murder weapon being found in his shed. He wasn't sure how he might accomplish it, but that Lieutenant Beck could somehow twist something to add the dead baby to the list of reasons to convict him of murder.
  Don't be in too much of a rush to turn this over to the police yet, he told himself and sat back on the ground to think.
  Stuart Kitchen would never admit to putting a dead baby in his father's coffin if no baby was discovered. But now he had discovered it and perhaps when he confronted him about it, he could get him to admit to killing Barry and trying to frame him for the murder. Just like Barry, however, he couldn't reveal where the baby's corpse was. For all Stuart Kitchen knew, he could have been in cahoots with Barry and might even have put him up to attempting the blackmail.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She paused and stepped farther in and to the right. He could tell she was thinking carefully about what she was about to say, so he remained still, silent.
  She gave him another one of those soft, angelic smiles and then she walked off. He stepped up to the doorway to watch her go to her car. Before she got in, she turned to him and for a moment, she looked just the way she had looked that first day when she and her brother had come to the funeral home to make her father's arrangements. Just like then, he thought she was asking for something from him, and just like then, he wasn't sure if she was or what it could be.
  He didn't have the power to grant it completely. He could forgive her as regards himself, but she would have to go elsewhere for the rest of it.
  He left about twenty minutes later. Before he did, he walked up to the cemetery. It was still light enough to look out over the monuments. Once again, it looked quiet and tranquil. The trouble that had been in the hearts of those buried here was asleep, forgotten.
  It wouldn't be all that long before they would all be forgotten just the way they were in less expensive cemeteries everywhere. That was OK, he thought. The earth never forgot them.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She paused and stepped farther in and to the right. He could tell she was thinking carefully about what she was about to say, so he remained still, silent.
  She gave him another one of those soft, angelic smiles and then she walked off. He stepped up to the doorway to watch her go to her car. Before she got in, she turned to him and for a moment, she looked just the way she had looked that first day when she and her brother had come to the funeral home to make her father's arrangements. Just like then, he thought she was asking for something from him, and just like then, he wasn't sure if she was or what it could be.
  He didn't have the power to grant it completely. He could forgive her as regards himself, but she would have to go elsewhere for the rest of it.
  He left about twenty minutes later. Before he did, he walked up to the cemetery. It was still light enough to look out over the monuments. Once again, it looked quiet and tranquil. The trouble that had been in the hearts of those buried here was asleep, forgotten.
  It wouldn't be all that long before they would all be forgotten just the way they were in less expensive cemeteries everywhere. That was OK, he thought.