With a frustrated sigh Ziva stood up and walked back and forth in front of her living room table.
This had been the third phone call she had made today and she was not a step closer to the goal.
Another sigh escaped her lips. She grabbed the piece of paper from the coffee table.
Two numbers left, hopefully one of them could help her; otherwise she had to rethink her plan.
Before she could place the next call, her cell rang.
"Yes." "It's Tim, we've been called all back in."
"I'm there in ten, thanks Tim."
At least she had still a week and half left.