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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Last Witness about Kitts with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
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conversations.value: An absorbing detective story which affords an honest and rare view of 1950s St. Kitts society.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Fordham, University, Graduate with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Last Witness'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Last Witness about Carolyn, Hughey, Internationally with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Internationally recognized Best Selling Kindle author on Amazon, K. T. the author is the alter-ego of Carolyn Hughey. So why did I choose a pen name? Because my fans know if they pick up on book written by Carolyn Hughey, they'll be reading a fun, light-hearted contemporary romance. the author writes mysteries with many twists and turns and a slight touch of romance, but the main focus is on the two detectives Tate Kensington and Zachary Gerard who are determined to bring the perpetrator to justice!
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Last Witness
  Matt nodded. "That fatigue shuts down the brain when you overwork. 'Get rest and then you get results.'"
  Matt listened for a moment, then said, "I'll be quick. I'm now in on the McCain case. Anything I should know before tomorrow morning's conference call?"
  Matt looked at Amanda as he said, "Thanks. Okay, Tony, now go on back to sleep. Don't you know what Denny says about fatigue and getting proper rest?"
  Matt Payne heard Tony Harris then suggest "with all possible due respect" that Payne should perform on himself a sexual act that was a physical impossibility.
  Gurnov, tall and wiry, carried himself with a steel-like intensity. The thirty-year-old had pale skin, sunken eyes, and a three-day scruff of beard. He wore a black leather jacket, a black collarless shirt, blue jeans, and polished black leather boots. He could feel the weight of the compact Sig-Sauer 9mm he carried in the right pocket of his coat.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The police source also confirmed that a nineteen-year-old, Krystal Angel Gonzalez, had been killed in the kitchen. She was the only person found in the burning home. The cause of her death was a gunshot to the head.
  The police, who do not consider Ms. McCain a person of interest, are asking anyone with information on the crime to call 215-686-TIPS (8477) or send a text message to PPDTIP (773847).
  Click here for the original news report. And check back for further updates on this developing story.
  Payne, looking from the screen to Washington, then noticed a familiar face in a corner of the room. The tall, muscular thirty-one-year-old was at the far end of a T-shaped conference table and talking on one of the multiline telephones.
  Jim Byrth wore a navy blazer, white dress shirt, and dark necktie. Upside down on the seat of the chair on the other side of him was his white Stetson.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Upside down on the seat of the chair on the other side of him was his white Stetson. She was the only person found in the burning home. The cause of her death was a gunshot to the head.
  The police, who do not consider Ms. McCain a person of interest, are asking anyone with information on the crime to call 215-686-TIPS (8477) or send a text message to PPDTIP (773847).
  Click here for the original news report. And check back for further updates on this developing story.
  Payne, looking from the screen to Washington, then noticed a familiar face in a corner of the room. The tall, muscular thirty-one-year-old was at the far end of a T-shaped conference table and talking on one of the multiline telephones.
  Jim Byrth wore a navy blazer, white dress shirt, and dark necktie.The police source also confirmed that a nineteen-year-old, Krystal Angel Gonzalez, had been killed in the kitchen.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Five minutes later, with more backup units arriving, their sirens screaming and lights flashing, Matt Payne waved off Air Tac One. Just as the helo's floodlight went dark, the Texas Ranger flicked a small black bean on the dead shooter's back.
  The Viking, its engines at idle speed, skimmed almost silently across the glass-slick Atlantic Ocean. Matt Payne, at the flybridge helm talking on his cell phone, turned the wheel as the sleek Sport Fisherman passed the outer markers of the Boca Chica channel. That put the bow just to the right of the sun on the horizon, its golden rays glowing brighter and brighter.
  Tony chuckled. "Damnedest thing, Matt. You know the men's room over the evidence room? Night before last, a waterline to one of the shitters broke loose. Initial blame went to maintenance—or lack thereof. Then someone said it looked like the line might've got cut. Who knows? Regardless, the result was three feet of standing water. Flooded the shitter and, a floor below, all the evidence brought in during the previous forty-eight hours."
  Matt smiled at her and said, "Well, Tony, I guess once in a great while there is a little justice in this screwed-up world. Talk to you later."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". Just as the helo's floodlight went dark, the Texas Ranger flicked a small black bean on the dead shooter's back.
  The Viking, its engines at idle speed, skimmed almost silently across the glass-slick Atlantic Ocean. Matt Payne, at the flybridge helm talking on his cell phone, turned the wheel as the sleek Sport Fisherman passed the outer markers of the Boca Chica channel. That put the bow just to the right of the sun on the horizon, its golden rays glowing brighter and brighter.
  Tony chuckled. "Damnedest thing, Matt. You know the men's room over the evidence room? Night before last, a waterline to one of the shitters broke loose. Initial blame went to maintenance—or lack thereof. Then someone said it looked like the line might've got cut. Who knows? Regardless, the result was three feet of standing water. Flooded the shitter and, a floor below, all the evidence brought in during the previous forty-eight hours."
  Matt smiled at her and said, "Well, Tony, I guess once in a great while there is a little justice in this screwed-up world. Talk to you later.Five minutes later, with more backup units arriving, their sirens screaming and lights flashing, Matt Payne waved off Air Tac One.