Morning came too quickly.
Ziva woke to voices downstairs. Urgent.
She pulled on clothes and descended to find the dining room transformed into a command center.
Agent Harrison stood at the head of the table, surrounded by FBI techs installing equipment. Laptops. Monitors. Secure communication devices.
Tyrell sat across from him, jaw tight. Elise beside him, face pale.
"What's going on?" Ziva asked.
Harrison looked up. "Ms. Wilson. Good, you're awake. We need to talk."
He gestured to the chair beside Tyrell. Ziva sat.
Harrison spread files across the table. "Victoria Smart's arrest didn't end Companion Network," Harrison began. "It metastasized."
He pulled up a digital map. Red dots scattered across it. "The network operated in forty-seven countries before Victoria's capture. Now i
