conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Boston, Brian, Medical with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, True Crime?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'A Bat In The Belfry'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.. Start with the sentence 'A Bat In The Belfry
  It was late October'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Bat In The Belfry
  It was late October. From the black rubberized roof at the mobile home's kitchen end protruded a sheet metal stovepipe topped by a screened metal spark guard and a cone-shaped sheet metal rain cap.
  No smoke came from the stovepipe. Cody Chevrier pulled the white Blazer with the Aroostook County Sheriff's Department decal stenciled on its door up alongside the double-wide and parked. Bogart's truck, an old green Ford F-150 pickup, was backed halfway into the lean-to shed that stood at right angles to the trailer.
  A day's worth of fallen hackmatack needles veiled the truck's windshield. Cody got out, his door-slam loud in the clearing's silence.
  Besides the pickup truck, Carl's shed held a shotgun-shell reloading press bolted to a massively overbuilt wooden workbench, the bench's legs fastened through big galvanized angle irons to a pair of old railroad ties set parallel into the shed's poured concrete floor. Seeing this reminded Cody that it was about time for him and Carl to start thinking about lugging the shell press indoors for winter. Turning slowly, he regarded the double-wide again.
  Around it, long grass lay flattened by the deer who used the clearing as a sleeping yard; Carl didn't hunt anymore himself, just reloaded the shotgun shells for others. No tire tracks were on the grass, and the hackmatack needles on the driveway had already been disturbed by Cody's own vehicle, as well as by the breeze that had sprung up at dawn.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She tucked the picture away again. It was why she had left Boston, why she was here in Maine at all: an anonymous tip, her first hint in years that she had living family after all. But she still didn't know the end of that last sentence.
  She wasn't even sure that the child in the photograph was the one she sought.
  If she wasn't a sad little pile of bones in an unmarked grave somewhere, Nicki was Lizzie's only living kin, and after a long time of believing the child was dead there'd been other hints recently, too, that instead she was somewhere in northern Maine.
  But Lizzie wasn't sure of that, either, and anyway, northern Maine was a big place. There was, she realized for the thousandth time, so much she didn't know.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Cecily's, Nicolette, Eastport, missing.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She tucked the picture away again. It was why she had left Boston, why she was here in Maine at all: an anonymous tip, her first hint in years that she had living family after all. But she still didn't know the end of that last sentence. 
  She wasn't even sure that the child in the photograph was the one she sought. Her younger sister Cecily's infant daughter, Nicolette, had gone missing from Eastport eight years earlier, right after Cecily's own mysterious death. 
  If she wasn't a sad little pile of bones in an unmarked grave somewhere, Nicki was Lizzie's only living kin, and after a long time of believing the child was dead there'd been other hints recently, too, that instead she was somewhere in northern Maine. 
  But Lizzie wasn't sure of that, either, and anyway, northern Maine was a big place. There was, she realized for the thousandth time, so much she didn't know.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She stuck out her hand. "Lizzie Snow." With a nod across the table, she added, "I'm Sheriff Chevrier's newest deputy."