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side. He looked at Lev. ‘I’m with Mossad, Professor. You’re coming with us.’ He thrust the snout of a wicked machine pistol over the top of the fence and fired strategic bursts.
    Lev pulled himself over the top and dropped to the ground as bullets hit the fence behind him. The prosthesis buckled underneath him, and he fell, catching himself on his hands.
    ‘Get up.’ A man caught Lev by the arm and yanked him to his feet.
    Lev stood and practically fell forward into a stumbling run. The man held on to his arm and tugged Lev forcefully. Two other men had joined the Mossad agent at the top of the fence. Bullets knocked one of them down, and he sprawled in the alley with blood covering his face. Lev yanked his attention forward to a van waiting across the street.
    ‘Faster, Professor Strauss, if you want to live.’ The Mossad agent was young and fierce-looking. He carried a pistol with an extended magazine in his free hand.
    Men set up outside the van with weapons at the ready.
    The sudden din behind Lev caused him to look back over his shoulder. The car that had stopped in the alley now roared through the fence. The two Mossad agents at the top of the fence flew backwards.
    Immediately, the Mossad agents in the street opened fire. The van’s side cargo door opened as bullets drummed against the vehicle. The man with Lev heaved him forward as another man caught his free arm and pulled. Lev sailed forward and landed on his stomach. The second man yanked him away from the opening as the other agent slammed the door shut.
    The man who had pulled Lev to his feet and gotten him across the street slapped the driver’s shoulder. ‘We’re secure. Go.’
    The driver hit the gas, and the van shot forward as more bullets peppered its side.
    Lev pushed himself to a sitting position and looked at the man beside him. ‘You’re Mossad.’
    The man nodded.
    ‘What are you doing here?’
    ‘We came to get you, Professor.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘The decision was made to bring you in and put you under protective custody. My superiors want to know where the book is.’
    Lev looked at the grim-faced men around him. ‘What book?’
    The man shook his head. ‘I don’t know what book. But my superiors do. They want it – and you – protected. Too many people are after you. Including the Ayatollah.’ He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. ‘That back there should prove that to you. Trust us. We’re your friends.’
    Lev blinked. ‘There’s no book,’ he said, shaking his head. But if the book is true, he thought, and the world finds out, everything will change.

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    Behesht-e Zahra (The Paradise of Zahara)
    Tehran
    The Islamic Republic of Iran
    July 24, 2011
    ‘You have no right to keep us from paying our respects!’ Liora Ravitz stood at the front of the angry mob gathered at the cemetery entrance.
    Reza stood at her side and raised his voice with hers. ‘She is our martyr! We demand to be allowed entrance!’
    The Basij militiaman in front of her ignored her as he stood behind his Plexiglas riot shield. He was young, as most of them were, dressed in military fatigue pants, jump boots, and a gray button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to midforearm. His equipment belt held a baton, but he kept a hand on the folded-stock AK-47 assault rifle that hung at his side.
    ‘Let us in!’ Liora stumbled forward slightly as the crowd baying behind her surged forward. She felt frightened, and that spiked her anger even more. If she touched the Basij , the man would surely shoot her.
    ‘Liora. Please be careful.’
    She turned to face the young man she loved. Reza was serious and intense, with a beard aging his baby face only a little. ‘If we are careful, dear Reza, we will never be free in this country.’
    ‘Let us in!’ A man farther down the line spat on the Plexiglas shield of the Basij in front of him.
    The Basij only spat and cursed at the man.
    Two of the protestor’s friends quickly hauled him back as he threw himself at