conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Woodridge, Illinois with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Shots Fired'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Shots Fired
  Lost in a fog, teetering on the brink of consciousness, Kyla Edmonds recognized the feel of the steering wheel under her head. Her chest rested on an unknown object that was hard and uncomfortable. She tried to make sense of the chaos around her. Voices were audible in the distance. She sensed people milling around, just out of sight. She tried to push herself up to a sitting position and winced. Pain shot through her head, sides, and left leg. Her head bumped into something hard and she let it fall back onto the steering wheel.
  Kyla's head hurt. The inside throbbed, while the outside felt like someone had stuck needles into her scalp. The slightest movement made the pain more severe, so she tried to hold her head still and survey the scene by moving her eyes only. The area seemed to be lit by a spotlight, but she couldn't tell where she was. A giant tree loomed a few feet from her face. The bark was rough and chunky, like a pine. She thought she should know where a giant pine stood, but she couldn't remember. If she could just place it, she knew she'd feel better, more in control.
  Kyla felt herself drifting. Desperately trying to make sense of what was happening, she forced herself to replay the events of the day, hoping to determine how she ended up here.
  It had been busy at the office. January was always busy for accountants. She remembered leaving late. Or was that the day before? Something important lurked just outside her memory's edge. She closed her eyes, weak and frustrated.
  She wanted to sleep, but she made herself stay awake by tuning in to a conversation going on outside the car.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Somehow.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Shots Fired
  Lost in a fog, teetering on the brink of consciousness, Kyla Edmonds recognized the feel of the steering wheel under her head. Her chest rested on an unknown object that was hard and uncomfortable. She tried to make sense of the chaos around her. Voices were audible in the distance. She sensed people milling around, just out of sight. She tried to push herself up to a sitting position and winced. Pain shot through her head, sides, and left leg. Her head bumped into something hard and she let it fall back onto the steering wheel. 
  Kyla's head hurt. The inside throbbed, while the outside felt like someone had stuck needles into her scalp. The slightest movement made the pain more severe, so she tried to hold her head still and survey the scene by moving her eyes only. The area seemed to be lit by a spotlight, but she couldn't tell where she was. Somehow that was important to her. A giant tree loomed a few feet from her face. The bark was rough and chunky, like a pine. She thought she should know where a giant pine stood, but she couldn't remember. If she could just place it, she knew she'd feel better, more in control. 
  Kyla felt herself drifting. Desperately trying to make sense of what was happening, she forced herself to replay the events of the day, hoping to determine how she ended up here. 
  It had been busy at the office. January was always busy for accountants. She remembered leaving late. Or was that the day before? Something important lurked just outside her memory's edge. She closed her eyes, weak and frustrated. 
  She wanted to sleep, but she made herself stay awake by tuning in to a conversation going on outside the car.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Her head hurt as she tried to call up the memory lurking just out of view. She sensed that whatever it was, a door would be unlocked and the events of that night would come rushing back to her. Kyla didn't know whether to dread that moment or hope for it. She was afraid of what she might know and how it could change her life.
  Chief Wilson of the Bidwell Police Department had called a mandatory briefing. All members of the department were required to be there. Pat and Magnell squirmed in their seats. They weren't on the case of the missing boy, but the chief required everyone's attendance. When the whole department was present, he began.
  He paused. "Assuming he's even alive after almost three weeks. Now, there's a vehicle people reported seeing around Joey's school for a couple of weeks before he was grabbed. No one has a great description of it, but it's most likely a dark-colored nineteen-ninety-six Chevy Monte Carlo."
  The detectives stood up. One of them spoke. "As you can imagine, there are various agencies involved in trying to find the person who took Joey. Unfortunately, there are no persons of interest and no descriptions. The profiler has indicated we're seeking a male, late thirties to early forties. The older the suspect is, the less likely that the child is still alive. They believe that younger molesters will keep the children around longer to play with, if you will."
  Pat accepted this nugget of wisdom with a polite nod. Magnell liked to consider himself a font of wisdom on the mindsets of criminals. She cast a second glance at him, picking up on a seething anger just below the surface. Every now and then, she detected something unspoken and could almost feel the weight of the words. She had no idea what Magnell kept to himself, and she didn't ask. In their line of work, everyone had experienced something too unbearable to discuss.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: MJ Williamz was raised on California's Central Coast, which she still loves, but left at the age of seventeen in an attempt to further her education. She graduated from Chico State with a degree in business management.
  Now living in Portland, Oregon, MJ has made writing an integral part of her life. Since 2002, she's had over a dozen short stories accepted for publication, mostly erotica with a few romances thrown in for good measure.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Chico, writing.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: MJ Williamz was raised on California's Central Coast, which she still loves, but left at the age of seventeen in an attempt to further her education. She graduated from Chico State with a degree in business management. It was in Chico that MJ began to pursue her love of writing. 
  Now living in Portland, Oregon, MJ has made writing an integral part of her life. Since 2002, she's had over a dozen short stories accepted for publication, mostly erotica with a few romances thrown in for good measure.