Keane Taylor in cold-weather gear.
Lunch break. FROM LEFT Rashid, Simons, Gayden, and Bill.
The mountains of northwest Iran.
Davis and Gayden.
A beautiful sight: the bus at the border.
ABOARD THE 'PERSIAN WHOREHOUSE'
Simons and Boulware.
Pilot John Carlen.
Davis, Perot, and Gayden.
Taylor and Coburn.
SLEEPING EAGLES
Simons and Coburn
Perot.
Paul.
Sculley.
TOGETHER AGAIN
Bill and Emily.
Paul and Ruthie.
John Howell with Angela and baby Michael.
Bob, Molly, and Christine Young.
Perot and Simons tell the story.
Bill with Emily and daughters Vicki and Jacqueline.
She was back at her parents' house in Washington, and it was another normal day of quiet desperation. She had driven Vicki to high school, then returned and taken Jackie, Jenny, and Chris to elementary school. She had dropped by her sister Dorothy's place and talked for a while with her and her husband, Tim Reardon. Tim was still working through Senator Kennedy and Congressman Tip O'Neill to put pressure on the State Department.
Emily was becoming obsessed with Dadgar, the mystery man who had the power to put her husband in jail and keep him there. She wanted to confront Dadgar herself, and ask him personally why he was doing this to her. She had even asked Tim to try to get her a diplomatic passport, so she could go to Iran and just knock on Dadgar's door. Tim had said it was a pretty crazy idea, and she realized he was right; but she was desperate to do something, anything, to get Bill back.
Now she was waiting for the daily call from Dallas. It was usually Ross, T. J. Marquez, or Jim Nyfeler who called. After that she would pick up the children, then help them with their homework for a while. Then there was nothing ahead but the lonely night.
She had only recently told Bill's parents that he was in jail. Bill had asked her, in a letter read over the phone by Keane Taylor, not to tell them until it was absolutely necessary, because Bill's father had a history of strokes and the shock might be dangerous. But after three weeks the pretense had become impossible, so she had broken the news; and Bill's father had been angry at having been kept in the dark so long. Sometimes it was hard to know the right thing to do.
The phone rang, and she snatched it up. 'Hello?'
'Emily? This is Jim Nyfeler.'
'Hi, Jim, what's the news?'
'Just that they've been moved to another jail.'
Why was there
