# THOMPSON-HAYES: BLOOD MONEY
## Chapter Fourteen — Jake Goes to the FBI
Jake called her from a parking garage.
She could tell from the specific echo behind his voice — the hollow, concrete quality of an underground structure, the kind of place where you go when you do not want to be seen making a call. He was whispering, not because he needed to but because the body responds to secrecy even when secrecy isn't technically required.
"I did something today," he said. "I need to tell you before you hear it from somewhere else."
She was in her apartment. She had just come home from school. Her bag was still on her shoulder. She did not take it off.
"Tell me," she said.
"I went to the FBI field office," he said. "The Austin one. I walked in at noon and I asked to speak with the financial
