Dal knew very little of the American justice system. He didn't know what happened next in Gabriel's case. Nor did he care to know the details. As long as that man was off the street and others were safe from him, that's what Dal cared about. That's what he was sure Gabriel cared about, too.

The hand on his shoulder jolted Dal back to reality. He even started in his seat, then relaxed when he realized it was Gabriel. He glanced from the other people to Gabriel, an uncertain look on his face.

"I can leave now?"