conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about School, Harvard, Tilia with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Wrong Place, Wrong Time'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
  There was an instant of silence, and Devon found herself praying her sister had listened. If ever there was a time for her to trust Monty, now was it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Blake didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Dr. Richards. "What's my grandfather's medical condition?"
  Deputy Tompkins cleared his throat and stepped into the room, heading over to the sofa. "Anne Pierson, you're under arrest for the murder of Frederick Pierson, the murder of Philip Rhodes, and the attempted murder of Peter, Sally, and Meredith Montgomery. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right—"
  A flicker of respect crossed the officer's face. "Detective Montgomery, yeah, the sheriff told us about you. I'm Deputy Kearney."
  Edward reacted as if he'd been struck. He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them, there was an expression of stunned disbelief on his face. "Blake." The word was an accusation of betrayal. "We're talking about family. Me. Your grandmother. Your cousin. What the hell are you doing?"
  Vista had bolted to his feet, all the color draining from his face. "There's no way you could know about...How did you get into my trailer?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Everyone's head snapped around, all eyes on Devon. Monty, who'd been drinking water, began sputtering, glaring at Devon between coughs.
  Monty didn't reply, but a muscle was working in his jaw. "Blake, your sister Cassidy's a pretty girl. How would you feel about her shacking up with a guy she met less than a month ago?"
  Monty frowned as Sally rose and went around to hug Devon. "This isn't just about moving in together, is it?"
  TO THE ENTIRE VETERINARY COMMUNITY—those amazing professionals who dedicate themselves to the health and well-being of animals and to the advancement of veterinary medicine. You have my profound respect and my personal gratitude.
  Rascal—your loving heart, feisty nature, and dauntless spirit rallied. You're a hero in the true sense of the word.