CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
5:30 a.m. Israel Time (6:30 a.m. Tehran Time, 10:30 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on December 14)
Tel Aviv, Israel
The phone was ringing.
Swann opened his eyes. The heavy blinds were drawn, and it was still dark in the hotel room. He was curled into a ball on the couch. If he tried to stretch out, his feet and his head extended past the arms. It was a small couch. He rolled over and sat upright with his feet on the floor.
The satellite phone rang through his computer speakers—pleasant tones, rising and falling almost like chimes. He looked around the hotel room. The place was a mess. Clothes strewn about, computer equipment all over a fold-out table, wires snaking everywhere, empty food boxes and trays, dirty plastic utensils, cans of soda and beer.
“Swann!” Trudy s
