Page 111 of High Treason
“How?”
“Before she left Iran.”
“You were active at thirteen and living in Iraq?”
“I started ... young.”
Kord wouldn’t question this since suicide bombers were sometimes as young as eleven. “You recruited an Iranian woman?”
“Yes.”
“Were you her lover, too?”
“Until she came here. Parvin traveled back and forth to Iraq.”
“Who gave her orders?”
“Me.” His words grew weaker, and Kord stood to ensure he caught every one.
“Who sent a virus to Prince Omar’s phone?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“In Riyadh.”
“What about your cousin Malik?”
“Loyal to prince.”
“Parvin Shah had two expensive men’s suits in her closet. Who paid for them?”
“I did.”
“Where were the purchases made?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Who set her up, planted evidence in her apartment?”
Youssof gasped from a visible surge of pain. “Don’t know.”
“So she was set up?” Kord was pulling straws on this one, but he and Monica had noted Parvin’s detail.
Youssof squeezed his eyes shut.
“Please clarify.”
Richardson waved his hand. “Kord, we have better things to do. He’s our man.”
“I’m letting the charges stand, but I’ll give him one more chance tomorrow. If he changes his mind, he can let the police officers know.”
“He could be dead then.”
“So will his father.”
While walking with Richardson through the hospital corridor, Kord received a text that gave both men Youssof’s address at a Marriott property north of downtown.
