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wo weeks before Rosh Hashanah, Gedalya Neiman received a message from Itzik Weiner: “Meet me beneath theReadingBridgetonight at ten.”

Gedalya took a taxi from Bnei Brak to Tel Aviv and got out at the YarkonRiverPark. As soon as he caught sight of the Mossad chief, Gedalya mouthed her name. “Yehudit?

“There’s progress,” Itzik reported with long-delayed satisfaction. His eyes swept from side to side, assuring himself there was no one to witness the encounter. “It’s looking better than it has since she was arrested. The US State Department is putting massive pressure on the Iranians to release Levine. The Germans and Canadians are cooperating at last. We’ve located Dr. Rosenkrantz. Brenner and Levine have been greasing palms. They’re in contact with Mrs. Rosenkrantz. Our Iranian sources say that if everything goes according to schedule, they should all be out ofTehranin a few more days.”

Gedalya sucked in his breath sharply, afraid to hope. He searched Itzik’s eyes. Espionage was a very complicated and treacherous business, but he knew Hashem could do anything.

“Don’t tell the children yet,” Itzik cautioned before turning away. “Wait until her plane is out of Iranian air space. I’ll let you know the minute we’ve got them out ofTehran.” Then the Mossad chief disappeared into the shadows.

Gedalya stood for several moments without moving, hardly daring to breathe. So many months! At last it looked like there was light at the end of the tunnel. Did he dare imagine it actually happening?