Annie rolled the name around in her mind. Ilan Bodnar. The name sounded so familiar. She knew the man had been the deputy director to Mossad, but that wasn't how she knew the name.
"Eyal," she said turning toward him in the drivers seat. He raised an eyebrow but remained silent. "Have you ever mentioned Ilan Bodnar to me before?"
He frowned, watching the road. "I don't think so. I tended to avoid speaking about any of my superiors... To anyone." He shook his head. "And Ilan? We were never friends... Before or after he became the director's protege."
Annie frowned. There was something eating at her, though. She knew the name was familiar to her by she couldn't think of why.
Her phone suddenly buzzed in her hand. Auggie's name flashed on the screen before her eyes and her heart pounded in her chest. She hoped he'd learned something useful. "Auggie." Saying his name felt almost like a sigh.
"Annie, we've got a big problem. Ilan Bodnar? He's linked to Henry Wilcox. Not only do they know each other but they've been in contact as recent as a month ago. This has to go vertical, Annie. This is much bigger than we thought."
Annie swallowed hard. An image of a thick file tucked away and locked in the file drawer of her desk in the DPD flashed through her mind. "Damn it," she said maybe a little too forcefully. "Auggie," she said, quieter this time, "I think you should meet us at NCIS at the Navy Yard. I..." She took a deep breath. "I think I may know something but I'm not sure we should bring this to the agency... Just yet."
Annie turned her eyes to Eyal who was watching her out of the corner of his own eyes, curiously.
"What are you talking about, Annie."
"I don't think it would be a good idea if we talk about this over the phone," she insisted. "Please, Auggie. Just meet us at NCIS."
For a long moment, Auggie was silent on the other end of the line. "Okay, okay. But you are going to tell me what this is all about?" It was less of a question and more like an order.
She nodded holding the phone to her ear. "Yes. Everything." Her voice was small. Annie had made a mistake. She never should have taken that file from Henry Wilcox, or, at the very least, she should have read Auggie in right away. Could the snowball that was building be avoided?
Annie ended the call and clutched the phone between her fingers. She felt like she might be sick.
"Annie, what's wrong?" Eyal asked. His voice was like velvet, soft an soothing; full of concerns.
She turned to him and swallowed. Annie knew the color had drained from her face. "We've got a bigger problem than I thought."