There were no angels singing. There were no flames of fire. But David knew God was listening and had answered his prayer.
45
Suddenly three vehicles raced past, headed south.
David was so deep in thought, he almost missed them. But it was a truck with two SUVs. It was the convoy.
He slammed his hood, tossed the flashlight onto the passenger seat, removed the parking brake, and peeled out onto 37.
Once on the road, he speed-dialed Zalinsky. “Jack, I’ve got them.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t get too close,” Zalinsky warned. “Keep your distance, but don’t lose them.”
“Don’t worry, Jack. You trained me well.”
“Good. I’m heading to the Ops Center so I can see your location and track your progress. Call me back in a few minutes.”
“Will do, Jack. How far away is the Predator?”
“Still another hour at least.”
“Get it here fast. I have them now, but I have no idea what’s ahead of me.”
Marseille set her dinner dishes out in the hallway and locked the door.
Then she flopped on her bed, bored and alone. She’d had enough of Facebook and couldn’t take any more headlines from the Middle East. The weather reports from Portland were still depressing. The snow had stopped, but they’d gotten so much of it, the schools weren’t going to be open until Monday at the earliest. What’s more, United didn’t have any flights heading to the Northwest until Friday, and they were all full, though they had her on standby for a Saturday flight, first thing in the morning.
She wanted someone to talk to, someone to hang out with and play a game or go to a movie with. She was half-tempted to call Lexi until she realized it was the middle of the night in Israel. So she sipped a bottle of water and flipped on the TV. Hoping for something light and funny, maybe a romantic comedy to relax with, she conspicuously avoided all of the cable news channels as she roamed the dial. She passed on the third in the Lord of the Rings series, then passed on Gladiator and Saving Private Ryan, too, and couldn’t help but think of David, who had once told her that these were some of his favorite movies. Her spirits lifted slightly when she found a BBC production of Pride and Prejudice just beginning on PBS. She preferred the one with Keira Knightley but reminded herself that beggars could not be choosers.
She closed the curtains, lowered the lights, slipped into her nightgown, and went to power down her computer. Just then, however, she noticed a new e-mail. She clicked on it and was surprised to see it was a group e-mail from Dr. Shirazi’s account, though written by his daughter-in-law, Nora.
Dear friends,
Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers for our family during this terrible time. I’m so sorry to be the one to share this news, and to do it so impersonally, but it is with great sadness that I inform you that Mrs. Nasreen Shirazi passed away this evening.
She went without struggle. It was just her time, though far too soon. Dad and Azad were at her side. Unfortunately, I’m still on bed rest and back in Philly with my mom and the baby. Saeed is on his way from Manhattan. David is in Europe on business. We are trying to track him down now and are hoping he can get back to us soon.
There will be a memorial service at 11:00 on Saturday morning. There will also be viewing hours on Friday evening. Azad is working on the details. I’ll send them as soon as they’re set.
Thanks for all your kind notes, e-mails, letters, and of course, for all the yellow roses that keep pouring in. Those were definitely her favorites, and she was so grateful for all your acts of kindness, as we have been.
For now, Azad and I would ask that you not call Dad directly. As you can imagine, he is overwhelmed by the loss of his beloved wife of more than three decades. I’ll be handling all of his e-mails for the time being. It’s the least I can do since I’m stuck in bed and up at all hours of the night. Thanks.
Love, Nora
David slowed the Peugeot and speed-dialed Zalinsky again.
“You still with them?” Zalinsky asked.
“Yeah, but I’m hanging back a bit more. We’re about thirty kilometers from Khorramabad, in the Heroor Pass.”
“Good. I can see your GPS tracking signal.”
“They just turned in to the Imam Ali military base. Isn’t this an IRGC missile base?”
Eva’s voice came on the line. “It is,” she said. “They have Shahab-3 ballistic missile launchers there. We also believe they produce missiles at a facility on the base.”
“Are you sure you haven’t been spotted?” Zalinsky asked.
“Unless they’re watching from the air, I should be good,” David said. “But what do you want me to do now?”
“Good question. Find a place to stay out of sight. We’ll get back to you in a few minutes.”
Tears filled Marseille’s eyes as she read the e-mail again.
She didn’t want to believe it could really be true. She felt terrible for Dr. Shirazi and all that he had been through so far, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by bad memories from when her own mom had died. The line that pained her most, though, was the one that said David was in Europe and they were trying to track him down, hoping he could get back in time. She knew he wasn’t in Europe, and given the headlines, she seriously doubted he could possibly be back in time, and it made her even sadder.
She clicked off the TV, picked up the phone by her bed, and dialed the United reservations number she now knew by heart. She booked a flight back to Syracuse the following day and a return flight to Portland for Sunday. Then she called the Sheraton on the SU campus where she and David had had breakfast just the Sunday before and reserved a room for a three-night stay.
Twenty minutes later, David called Zalinsky.
“They’re moving again.”
“The whole convoy?”
“No, just one of the SUVs with five men inside.”
“Could they see you?”
“No, I’m off on a side road, tucked away in some bushes. They just drove past. I can stay here for a while. But if a patrol comes by, I could be toast.”
Zalinsky directed him to follow the SUV. David warned that the semi could leave again and go someplace else and they’d have no eyes to track it, at least not until the Predator arrived from Bahrain. They also couldn’t be 100 percent certain that the five men were connected to the convoy. But Zalinsky didn’t want to take the risk of leaving David potentially exposed near such a vital military base. What’s more, he said he was now more convinced than ever that the semi had just delivered a warhead, and perhaps the men in the SUV could “shed some light on the situation.”
David needed to follow the SUV, figure out a way to isolate one of the men inside, interrogate him, and find out exactly what was in the semi and what was happening inside the Imam Ali missile base. He accepted the mission without hesitation, though he had no idea how he was going to pull it off.
He followed them along the front range of the Zagros Mountains into the city limits of Khorramabad, then into the downtown area. There, he stopped on a side street as he watched the SUV pull into a three-story parking garage by a small hotel called the Delvar, across from the post office and next door to a restaurant and an auto parts shop. He waited twenty minutes or so to make sure the vehicle didn’t double back and leave the garage and to give the men plenty of time to check in and clear out of the lobby. Then he cautiously pulled into the garage. He spotted the SUV in the corner on the first level but drove up all three levels to get the lay of the land. Returning to the first level, he parked several spots away from the SUV, grabbed his suitcase, and headed into the lobby.