Page 114 of High Treason
“Saudi dress?”
“Yes.”
Prince Omar muttered an oath in Arabic.
“Amir, he refused to cooperate even with the knowledge of your having his father in custody.”
“I want to talk to him. I can be persuasive, and I have access to every member of his family.”
Kord might insinuate such actions, but the prince would follow through. “A trip to the hospital could backfire. We have no idea who all is involved.”
“I’m going with or without you.”
Kord was tired of dealing with stubborn people. He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’ll wear jeans? Sunglasses? I’ll choose which limo to take?”
“Yes, and Ali will accompany us. The doctor should be finishing with Miss Alden. We’ll learn how she’s faring before we leave.”
As if on cue, Ali entered the natatorium. “The doctor is waiting in the foyer.”
“Tell him we’re on our way,” the prince said, and the three met the FBI-sanctioned doctor, a white-haired man who wore a perfect bedside manner smile.
The doctor shook hands with the prince and then Ali and Kord.
“Is she responding to the medication?” Prince Omar said.
“I’ve prescribed a stronger antibiotic for Miss Alden. She needs one of you to ensure it’s filled. She’s doing well but needs rest. I hope you can influence her to not overdo it. She does need to walk a little, but with assistance and for short distances.” He handed Prince Omar a prescription. “I’ve given her enough of these for two days, then this needs to be filled.”
“I’ll get it handled promptly. Thank you for coming. When do you need to see her again?”
“Is Tuesday morning all right, about ten? I asked her to call me if her fever spikes or if the pain doesn’t subside in her chest. I don’t want her out of the house for the next five days or so, or she’ll be in the hospital.”
“She’ll miss the rodeo and concert on Thursday,” Prince Omar said. “She’d have enjoyed it. Luckily we have plenty of bodyguards.”
Monica would be in his face if she heard the prince denying her the rodeo event. Although Prince Omar respected her, he still looked at her gender as the weaker sex.
“Kord,” Prince Omar said, “I’ll let you inform her about Thursday.”
“Thanks.” He smiled while thinking through what this would mean to her. She’d never allow her job to be neglected.
“I gave her something to help her sleep. Miss Alden is a trouper.”
“We’ve seen her in action,” Kord said.
Prince Omar chuckled. “Her spirit keeps her alive.”
MONICA GAZED OUT THE WINDOWof her room into the early evening shadows. She fought sleep and her tummy growled. The best way to heal and climb out of the bed was to follow the doctor’s advice. He’d said she needed a week inside the house. Right. She’d sleep, move around a bit, eat, and work this case from her head and laptop.
Fatima walked in carrying a golden tray of fruit, a type of soup, and bread.
“You are an angel,” Monica whispered. “I’m embarrassed about how long it took in the shower. My tears. And your helping me into pajamas.”
She set the tray across Monica’s lap. “Humility builds inner strength.”
“I’ll not forget those words, and I’m grateful to be clean.”
“My sister and I cried with you.”
Yasmine entered the room. “Our brother, Mr. Davidson, and Ali would like a word with you. Fatima and I will wait in our rooms until they leave.”
