conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Eve, Police, Lieutenant with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Imitation in Death'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Imitation in Death
  She remembered, as she climbed into the car out of the vicious heat, how that thought raced through her head, again and again, when she'd huddled in the corner of that frigid room in Dallas and looked at the bloody waste of the thing that had been her father.
  Eve decided her next stop would be Fortney. But it was time to play it, and him, a different way. "I want to nudge Fortney on the second murder, revisit the first. His alibi's bullshit. And since I tend to get cranky when people lie to me, I'm not going to be particularly friendly."
  That, Eve thought, had wiped the sassy little smirk off her aide's face. "You'll pick it up as good cop. The long-suffering, somewhat inexperienced, and apologetic underling. Play that up, fumble around."
  Eve bullied her way into Leo Fortney's office and set the mood. Enjoyed setting it, she admitted. She put a little swagger in her step as she broke in on his holo-conference with a video producer.
  Fortney's color was edging toward magenta. "I'm sorry, Thad. I need to take care of this... disturbance. I'll have my assistant reschedule, at your convenience."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Eve thanked God she lived and worked on the other coast, where waiters were appropriately surly and never felt obliged to offer you something called Pineapple-Papaya Phizz as the special of the day.
  Sloan grinned amiably. "Might've played into it. The victim was one of the disenfranchised. I did track some family after we identified her, but nobody cared to claim the body. I got conflictings from the witnesses I managed to convince to talk to me. Though they were impaired by some form of illegals, the most substantial described a male—race undetermined—wearing a gray or blue uniform who was seen entering the building at or around the time of the murder. Victim was squatting, and since anybody else in the building was also there illegally, everybody worked at ignoring everybody else."
  This time when she was finished, she let Roarke pick her up. To her mind, any cops who weren't embarrassed to be seen drinking papaya juice couldn't blink at a fellow officer getting into a sleek little convertible. She stashed her growing bag of notes and discs behind her seat.
  She gave him the address, waited until he'd programmed it into the onboard computer. "So, did you buy the Dodgers?"
  Only about half the streetlights were working, and the building itself was dead dark. Some of the windows were riot-barred, others boarded. Several people skulked and slithered around in the shadows, and in one she spotted an illegals deal winding up.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When she tracked Eve down in her office, her lieutenant was back in street clothes, at her desk, hunched over paperwork.
  The tears dried up, and the flush the excitement and joy had put in her cheeks drained away. "I don't understand."
  Eve turned back to her desk in a gesture of dismissal. With her lips pressed tightly together, Peabody nodded. "Yes, sir."
  She sprang up, slammed the door herself, and then found herself caught in another of Peabody's bear hugs.
  Alone, Eve sat at her desk again, then took out her own badge and studied it. Tucking it away again, she looked up at the ceiling. But this time, she smiled.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When she tracked Eve down in her office, her lieutenant was back in street clothes, at her desk, hunched over paperwork.
  The tears dried up, and the flush the excitement and joy had put in her cheeks drained away. "I don't understand."
  Eve turned back to her desk in a gesture of dismissal. With her lips pressed tightly together, Peabody nodded. "Yes, sir."
  She sprang up, slammed the door herself, and then found herself caught in another of Peabody's bear hugs.
  Alone, Eve sat at her desk again, then took out her own badge and studied it. Tucking it away again, she looked up at the ceiling.