conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Ask the Cards a Question about Award, Writers, Anthony with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author has written many novels and short stories. She has won six Anthony Awards, a Shamus Award, and is also the recipient of the Private Eye Writers of America's Lifetime Achievement Award as well as the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award (their highest accolade). She lives in northern California with her husband, mystery writer Bill Pronzini.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ask the Cards a Question
  With a clash of gears, the car and I hurtled backwards into the spot. At last, after five hours overtime and a twenty-five minute search for this space, I was free to walk four and a half blocks through the darkness to my apartment.
  Still, it wasn't a bad night for a walk. San Francisco weather was unpredictable in April, but this year we had sun-washed days and mild evenings. I strolled toward Guerrero Street, the breeze banishing my aggravation.
  Around the corner, red lights pulsated, their waves shattering the darkness. I stopped outside their range. Police cars. Crowds of onlookers. In front of my building. Panic shot through me, and I ran.
  Linnea, I thought. Linnea. Shouldn't have left her alone so long. Talked about suicide... a lot... since the divorce... all her drinking... God knows what kind of pills... my best friend... comes to me for help... I leave her alone... in there... drinking... day after day.
  A crowd of residents milled about, two ore uniformed officers holding them at bay from the stairway. Immediately I glanced at the door of my first-floor rear apartment. It was closed, and no light shone through the pebbled glass panes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Back in my office, I dialed the Department of Corrections and got Dave Gardner on the line. He'd done Hank many a favor in the past, and was glad to look up Jeffrey Neverman's record for me.
  That was what Neverman thought too. I thanked Dave for his help, and he asked me to tell Hank he'd stop by sometime next week.
  Now for Sebastian. His long stay at the Blind Center puzzled me. Clemente had said the brush man had been blinded in an explosion at an oil refinery. There were a number of those dotting the shores of the Bay near Richmond and the Carquinez Straits, and a personnel department could tell me...
  Who would know? Who could I call without tipping off Clemente that I was prying into the Center's business?
  I called the Albatross Superette. Mr. Moe answered, sounding rushed. Sebastian's last name was Hetzer. H-e-t-z-e-r. Why did I need to know?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Why did I need to know? H-e-t-z-e-r. Sebastian's last name was Hetzer. Moe answered, sounding rushed. Mr.
  Who would know? Who could I call without tipping off Clemente that I was prying into the Center's business?
  I called the Albatross Superette... There were a number of those dotting the shores of the Bay near Richmond and the Carquinez Straits, and a personnel department could tell me. Clemente had said the brush man had been blinded in an explosion at an oil refinery. His long stay at the Blind Center puzzled me.
  Now for Sebastian. I thanked Dave for his help, and he asked me to tell Hank he'd stop by sometime next week.
  That was what Neverman thought too. He'd done Hank many a favor in the past, and was glad to look up Jeffrey Neverman's record for me.Back in my office, I dialed the Department of Corrections and got Dave Gardner on the line
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Apparently she noted my approving glance at her drink, because she said, "Yeah. I want to be sober when I see my kids."
  I said, "You know, San Francisco's a good town for women in broadcasting. If it doesn't work out in San Diego, you could always come up and stay with me while you interview the local stations"
  Linnea grinned. "It takes a certain amount of courage to extend that invitation, given what I did to your life these past few weeks. I appreciate it."
  We passed through the security check and walked down the concourse in silence. At the gate Linnea hugged us and then hurried toward the plane, as if afraid she'd change her mind. Greg and I leaned on the railing watching other passengers board.