CHAPTER FORTY
8:05 a.m. Tehran Time (12:05 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Precinct House 13
Tehran, Iran
“I’ll ask you this again. What is your name?”
Mohammed Younessi stood over the young man chained to the metal chair. The chair had narrow arms, which the young man’s arms rested upon. His wrists were manacled to the ends of the chair arms. The young man was stripped to a white T-shirt and shorts. His T-shirt was stained with dark blood.
They were in an old, long disused meeting room, in a long disused police station. The room was mostly empty. The carpeting had been pulled up. The walls were bare. The large windows were covered by wooden boards. The only light came from a single bulb depending from the ceiling. A guard stood by the door, and two others stood along the wall by the boa
