These local cops had their heads shoved so far up their asses, they couldn't appreciate help protecting their neighborhood. It was all about how Gabriel's presence made them look incompetent. Well, maybe if they did their damn jobs as effectively and compassionately...

He chewed happily on the burrito, trying not to think about the dangers outside these walls. His friend was dead, the killer still on the loose, the cops too busy having a pissing contest with the FBI to do anything worthwhile, and he was still locked out. He should be worried, but it's not in his nature. Those are just facts that he can't change. And they led him here, sitting on a comfy couch, having a hot meal with a guy he was very, very fond of.

"You're a good son."