HE WAS perhaps five minutes from his reserves, though he had more leeway now that he could use the Pasdaran base. It looked like he would need it: the ground commander had put the attack on hold, deciding at the last moment that he needed clearance not just from Colonel Khorasani but his own commander to make the attack on the truck. The delay was excruciating. He widened his orbit around the search area, moving up and down Highways 7 and 71, which twined around each other from Tehran to Qom. The great salt lake, Hoz-e Soltan, sat to the east of the highways, a vast flat mirror of salty water so shallow it could be walked across, even in the rainy season. Hoz-e Soltan was famous in Iran, and Vahid’s older sister had told him stories about monsters in the lake when he was a young child. Bad children were led there and made to walk along the edge, where they slowly sank into the marshy edge. But not all the way. When only their heads were above the surface, birds would come and build nests on their hair.
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