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The door opened slowly and a man stepped through, awkwardly juggling his keys and two bags of shopping.
His eyes widened as he saw Morgan and Jake, his gaze dropping to the two weapons pointed at him. There was a split second when Morgan saw him consider his options, an echo of how she would have behaved in the same situation. Then he gently put the bags on the floor, dropped his keys to the mat and raised his hands to show they were empty. He was tall, with black curly hair; his two-day stubble emphasized a prominent jaw. Morgan saw military experience in the ready stance of his fit, well-muscled body.
He wasn't afraid of them, just curious.
"I'm Mikael Levy and this is my home," he said, in Hebrew and then again in English with a slight accent, as he registered Jake's confusion.
