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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Oath of Office about Welcome, Lou, Oval with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense
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conversations.value: A physician with a history of behavioral issues shoots and kills several people in his office before trying to take his own life. It falls to Dr. Lou Welcome, the assailants friend and former colleague, to determine why the man went on his murderous rampage, but Welcome doesnt bargain for a conspiracy that could lead directly to the Oval Office. This is a weaker novel than the authors Last Surgeon (2010), but its stronger than A Heartbeat Away (2011), leaving it in the midrange of the authors up-and-down swing. Its characters are sturdy, but the story doesnt have the spark that made his early work such a treat. the author doesnt seem all that interested in his plot. He seems content to let it be another frequently predictable conspiracy story, although there are places where it could have veered off in a new and surprising direction. This is one of those cases where theres nothing especially wrong with the book, but it isnt especially memorable, either. Not a complete misfire but, from an author with undeniable talent, a disappointment. --David Pitt
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conversations.value: --David Pitt. Not a complete misfire but, from an author with undeniable talent, a disappointment. This is one of those cases where theres nothing especially wrong with the book, but it isnt especially memorable, either. He seems content to let it be another frequently predictable conspiracy story, although there are places where it could have veered off in a new and surprising direction. the author doesnt seem all that interested in his plot. Its characters are sturdy, but the story doesnt have the spark that made his early work such a treat. This is a weaker novel than the authors Last Surgeon (2010), but its stronger than A Heartbeat Away (2011), leaving it in the midrange of the authors up-and-down swing. Lou Welcome, the assailants friend and former colleague, to determine why the man went on his murderous rampage, but Welcome doesnt bargain for a conspiracy that could lead directly to the Oval Office. It falls to Dr.A physician with a history of behavioral issues shoots and kills several people in his office before trying to take his own life
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conversations.value: the first two paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Oath of Office
  Ding and Midas were a block away, nursing a couple of beers in front of the Hotel Adriano. Dom and Adara waited in reserve in an Irish bar around the corner, still staying out of sight to avoid being recognized by any of the Russians who might have seen them in Portugal.
  Both Ryan and Clark were dressed in khaki slacks and casual lace-ups with rubber soles that provided good traction. Long experience had taught Clark that he was bound to do a lot more running than he did shooting. He wore a pair of simple suede Desert Boots that were probably half as old as Ryan. Long-sleeve shirts, slightly tailored, made them look a little less American—Ryan's charcoal gray and Clark's white. John's wife, Sandy, always joked that he had to be extra brave to wear white shirts on an operation, since the guys wearing white in the movies always seemed to die before the show ended. It was amazing that she could still joke about that sort of thing—but, he supposed, it was her way of coping. Everyone had to have some mechanism. Sandy's was her sense of humor. There was rarely a time when she wasn't grinning—at least with her eyes. It was a good thing, too, because one of them needed to look happy, and Clark's smiles always looked a little forced—except when he watched his grandson play ball.
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conversations.value: Hamid took the Kandahar–Herat Highway north past the Afghan National Army Base, turning west before entering Herat proper. They drove past fields of saffron crocus and poppies, and orchards of almond and date and pistachio. Stands of willow and cottonwood trees flourished in the valley, in stark contrast to the barren hills.
  Jack tried to make small talk, but Ysabel gave only curt answers, so the conversation never went anywhere. He couldn't help but notice that she hardly even looked at him, and never met his eye.
  She cut him off. "I never would have called and taken you away from your busy schedule had it not been absolutely necessary."
  Jack fell back in his seat, wedging himself between the two other men. "Suit yourself. It's good to see you, too." He turned to the Russian. "What's your story? Did you get in some kind of trouble in—"
  Ysabel wheeled in her seat, finally looking Ryan in the eye. "What was I to you, Jack? Were there other Iranian women after me? Do you have some Persian women fetish?"
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: "What was I to you, Jack? Were there other Iranian women after me? Do you have some Persian women fetish?". They drove past fields of saffron crocus and poppies, and orchards of almond and date and pistachio. Stands of willow and cottonwood trees flourished in the valley, in stark contrast to the barren hills.
  Jack tried to make small talk, but Ysabel gave only curt answers, so the conversation never went anywhere. He couldn't help but notice that she hardly even looked at him, and never met his eye.
  She cut him off. "I never would have called and taken you away from your busy schedule had it not been absolutely necessary."
  Jack fell back in his seat, wedging himself between the two other men. "Suit yourself. It's good to see you, too." He turned to the Russian. "What's your story? Did you get in some kind of trouble in—"
  Ysabel wheeled in her seat, finally looking Ryan in the eye.Hamid took the Kandahar–Herat Highway north past the Afghan National Army Base, turning west before entering Herat proper.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Ysabel had changed from her headscarf and smock into jeans and a blue silk blouse that perfectly accented her olive skin'.
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conversations.value: Ysabel had changed from her headscarf and smock into jeans and a blue silk blouse that perfectly accented her olive skin.
  Ysabel leaned in, kissing Ryan on the cheek and then giving a little shrug. "See," she said. "No burn there, my friend."
  Dovzhenko glanced quickly to the left and right, and then leaned in with a secret. "We should probably not mention this to your friend, but if there is one thing I learned from my mother, it is how to beat a polygraph."
  Dovzhenko smiled and shook Ryan's hand, drawing him close and patting him on the back in a brotherhood hug. "I feel like our paths will cross again, my friend."