CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
7:30 p.m. Tehran Time (11:30 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Evin Prison
Tehran
Ed had never been hang gliding before.
That turned out to be just as well because there were only two gliding rigs to steal from the adventure store. The shop, which had closed at 5 p.m. (and which they had entered through a back door fifteen minutes after the owner had locked up), was like a hopeful combination of Eastern Mountain Sports and some church basement fundraising sale—they had plenty of outdoor gear you could buy, but a lot of it seemed left over from back when Junior was in middle school.
They did have parachutes, though, a whole mess of them.
They had carried the whole mess up into the foothills above a modern college campus in the North Shahran neighborhood. It had started
