Morgan turned from the call to see the blue sedan pulling up across the street. This time she stood her ground.
The man she had beaten looked out the window, his face mottled with rage. He mouthed some swear words at her, recognizable in any language, but clearly they’d been told to leave her alone. The driver pulled away.
She turned and jogged back to the synagogue. Whatever Jake had done, he’d managed to turn the situation around, whereas she’d resorted to violence. Morgan wished she had the even temper and sense of humor that Jake brought to every mission, despite the dire circumstances they sometimes found themselves in. She was lucky to have him as a partner. They complemented each other’s abilities — most of the time, at least — and he watched her back as she watched his. This time
