called a voice, just as Gavin was about to open the hospital entrance door for Amy. They both turned to see Katz walking slowly toward them alongside a short, elderly man with a thick white beard and yarmulke skullcap. The man kept one hand on Katz’s left arm. He wore dark sunglasses. “This is my Uncle Hiram,” Katz said with a proud smile. “Uncle Hiram?” Gavin said. “Yes. He’s spent most of his life studying the ancient Scriptures in their original language. I thought he might be able to help us if Karianne speaks in ancient Hebrew again. As I mentioned yesterday, ancient Hebrew is a read, not spoken, language, but Uncle Hiram reads the Scriptures aloud. Always has. He’s used to hearing the language from his own mouth.” Gavin didn’t know what to say. He wanted to keep the interrogation as low profile as possible, and Uncle Hiram might be all that was needed to push Fagan over the edge. Gavin didn’t exactly cherish a conversation between Fagan and Lieutenant Sandel.
