She looked up at Elise, who was still talking about David, about how he'd loved old movies, how he'd planned to teach Ziva to ride a bike someday.
"Mom." The word still felt strange. "I just got a text."
Elise stopped mid-sentence. "From whom?"
Ziva showed her the screen.
Elise's face went pale. She moved to the window, pulled the curtain back slightly. Looked out at the street.
"There's a black sedan. Across the street."
Ziva joined her at the window. The sedan sat there, but she couldn't see inside. "Should I call Tyrell?"
"Not yet." Elise let the curtain fall. "First, you need to know everything. In case..." She didn't need to finish.
They sat back down on the couch.
Elise took a breath. "I met your father when I was twenty-four. I was working as a waitress at a diner in Provid
