Mustapha’s Daily Goods
Tehran, Iran
June 15, 6:47 p.m.
My cell vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it and looked at the code on the screen. Mr. Church. Jamsheed excused himself and went out to his store so I could take the call.
I doubted it was good news.
“I heard from Bug,” Church said. “He’s located a device here in the States.”
“Where?”
“Louisiana.”
Bang. There it was.