Isabella's phone rings exactly thirty minutes after her last call.

Different ringtone.

She stares at it like it might explode.

"Answer it," Aria says.

"You don't understand—"

"Answer it."

Isabella picks up. "Yes?"

"Ms. Castellano. This is Deputy Director Harrison. We need to talk."

"I'm listening."

"Not over the phone. Face to face."

"When?"

"Now."

"Where?"

"You know where."

The line goes dead.

Isabella looks at them. "I have to go."

"Where?" Viktor asks.

"Federal building. Downtown."

"That's ...