Killer Instinct (The Naturals, #2)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

You couldn’t stop looking for a kid like that. You couldn’t stop hoping, even if you tried.

“Director Sterling is my father.” Agent Sterling’s voice was neutral—too neutral, and I wondered what daddy issues she had. “He sent me here to do damage control.”

LMAO

The eerie thing about Lia was that she could make anything sound genuine.

I truly did not want to know what Lia’s idea of “drastic measures” entailed.

Michael had anger management issues and a father who’d traded him to the FBI for immunity from prosecution on white-collar crimes.

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“None of us had normal childhoods,” Sloane said quietly. “If we had, we wouldn’t be Naturals.”

“Always so genuine,” Lia said, a hint of sharpness to her singsong tone. “Always willing to own up to her mistakes.” Her gaze locked on to the binder in my lap, and her voice went flat. “Yet always so very ready to make the same mistakes, all over again.”

CLOCKED.

But sometimes, knowing that you could do something was almost as bad as having actually done it.

Only Lia would use the name she’d been born with as her fake name.

When I was the one at the center of a case, I thought slowly, if I’d discovered that the others were investigating behind my back, I wouldn’t have felt protected. I would have felt betrayed.

I knew instinctively Daniel Redding didn’t care about this woman. He didn’t care about people, period. He was callous. Unemotional. The closest he could come to love was whatever it was he felt for Dean, and that was more narcissistic than anything else. Dean was worth caring about only because Dean was his.

The movie postulates that the most foolproof way to get away with murder is for two strangers to take out each other’s targets.”

I couldn’t go up the stairs. I couldn’t go down them. I couldn’t do anything but sit there, halfway in between, obsessing over the evidence

Michael appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Dean let go of my hand.