# THOMPSON-HAYES: BLOOD MONEY
## Chapter Seventeen — What Lila Wants
She forwarded the photograph to Patricia at 9:04 p.m. and then she sat with it.
Not with panic. With the flat, focused attention she had been developing since October — the kind that did not let the feeling run ahead of the information. Someone had sent her the photograph. Someone who knew Gerald Reed was receiving Thompson-Hayes documents. Someone who either wanted her to know or wanted her to react to knowing, which were not the same thing.
She typed back to the unknown number: *Who are you and why are you sending this?*
No reply.
Patricia called twelve minutes later. "The logo is consistent with Thompson-Hayes's internal document format," she said. "The woman in the photograph — I'm running her against every name
