Killer Instinct by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
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Yeah. Killer Instinct by Jennifer Lin Barnes. A natural chapter one. The majority of Children who are kidnapped and killed are dead within three hours of the abduction. Thanks to my roommate, the Walking Encyclopedia of Probabilities and statistics, I knew the exact numbers. I knew that when you went from discussing hours to days and days, two weeks, the likelihood of recovery dropped so far that the FBI couldn't justify the manpower necessary to keep the case active. I knew that by the time of case was classified cold and found its way to us. We're probably looking for a body, not a little girl, but but Mackenzie McBride was six years old, but her favorite color was purple. But she wanted to be a veterinarian. Pop star. You couldn't stop looking for a kid like that. You couldn't stop hoping even if you tried. You look like a woman in need of amusement. Or possibly literally, the patient. Michael Tanzania East himself down onto the sofa next to me, stretching his bad leg out to the side. I'm fine. I said Michael started the corner of your mouth or turned up for the rest of your face. Is fighting it like if your lips even parted into tiny smile, it might clear the way. First stop. That was the downside of joining the natural program. We were all here because we saw things that other people didn't. Michael read facial expressions as easily as other people read words. He leaned towards me. Say the word Colorado and I will selfishly provide you with the much needed distraction. The last time Michael had offered to distract me, we'd spend half an hour blowing things up and then hacked our way into a secure FBI drive, while technically, Salone had hacked our way into a secure FBI drive. But the end result has been the same. No distractions, I said firmly. Are you sure? My glass? Because this destruction involves Liar, Jell O and a vendetta that begs to be paid. I didn't want to know what our resident lie detector had done to provoke the kind of venture that can be laden with Jell O. Given lies, personality and her history of Michael, the possibilities were endless. You do realize that starting a prank war with Libya would be a very bad idea, I said. Without question, Mike replied, If only I weren't so overly burdened with a good sense and a need for self preservation. Michael drove like a maniac and had a general disdain for authority. Two months earlier, he followed me out of the house knowing that I was the subject of a serial killer's obsession, and he got shot for his trouble. Twice. Self preservation was not Michael Strong suit. What if we're wrong about this case? I asked. My thoughts had looped right back around from Michael to Mackenzie from what happened six weeks ago to what Agent breaks and his teams were not doing. Right now we're not wrong, Michael said softly. Let the phone ring, I thought. Let it be Briggs calling to tell me that this time, this time my instincts were right. The first thing I'd done on the agent Briggs had handed over Mukendi Mackenzie McBride ALS file was profiled The suspect a parole who disappeared around the same time Mackenzie had. Unlike Michael's ability, my set skill wasn't limited to facial expressions or posture. Given a handful of details, I could crawl into another person's skull and imagine what it was to be like them to want what they wanted to do the things they did. Behavior, personality, environment. The suspect. The Mackenzie case had no focus. The abduction was too well planned. It didn't add up. I'd comb through the files looking for something or someone who seemed to fit young, male, intelligent, precise. I had half begged, have course, lie a into going through witness testimonies into interrogation interviews, any and every record and recording related to the case, hoping she'd kept someone in a revealing lie. And finally she had McBride family had issued a statement to the press and you have of his clients, and it seems standard to me. But Talia lies, whereas drawing us off key singing was to a person with a perfect pitch. No one can make sense of a tragedy like this. The lawyer was young, male, intelligent, precise, and when he said those words, he'd been lying