Chapter 85Michael had been suspiciously quiet on the drive back to the FBI office. Jared was woozy and preoccupied holding a gauze pad to the side of his face. The bleeding had stopped a while ago, but Jared persisted in applying pressure, saying it would help reduce swelling. Arturo didn’t particularly like to drive. He found the exercise mundane, and driving around in Chicago was a stressful experience at the best of times. Unfortunately, with Jared’s head injury, he was in no fit condition to drive.
Arturo pulled into the FBI field office twenty minutes after departing the parking structure. He wasn’t exactly a fast driver, and a collision on the I-290W slowed them down further. He sent Jared to the infirmary, then led Michael to an interrogation room with his hands secured in front of
