Chapter 3Tuesday, mid-morning Agnes came up to the room around ten to bring Gabriel coffee. He sat over at the breakfast nook drinking his coffee and reading the paper until he heard a squeak. He rose and walked over to the bed. Kane sat up wincing and gasping in pain. Gabriel watched him look around in confusion valiantly trying to open eyes that had swollen except for small slits, just enough to give him an idea of his surroundings. “Gabriel,” he whispered, then louder, “Gabriel…” Gabriel sat down next to Kane on the bed and took his hand. “I’m here.” “This wasn’t all a dream, was it?” His baby’s poor face was swollen beyond recognition. “Unfortunately not.” Gabriel squeezed Kane’s fingers. “Murphy recovered your wallet in Johnny Saunders’ home after executing the search warrant. A