Page 118 of High Treason
Youssof slightly nodded.
“Born in the US or naturalized?”
Youssof stared up as though mocking him. “You’ll free my family?”
“Yes.”
“Naturalized Iranian.”
“Gentlemen.” The nurse’s voice rose. “Shall I call security?”
Kord whipped around. “We are federal security, and this man is in custody.”
“Doesn’t matter to me your business. My responsibility is the patient in my care.”
“Houston?” Prince Omar said to Youssof.
Again he nodded.
Prince Omar leaned over Youssof’s body. “For your father and family, a name?”
“Parvin Shah.”
“Who else worked with her?”
“That does it,” the nurse said. “I’m calling security.”
Kord waved her away, and she huffed out of the room. Prince Omar repeated his question.
“Me. I initiated the plot.”
“Why?”
“Conservatives.”
The lease of oil and gas reserves.
“Who else is involved?”
“They will kill my family.”
“I’m able to protect them.”
“Parvin’s brother took over. No name.”
“What did he look like?”
“Never saw him.”
“We’re done here,” Prince Omar said.
“My father? Family?”
“When we have the name of who you’re working with, your family will be released and protected. You’re a fool if you think I believe you spearheaded the plot.” He exited the room with Kord and Ali, passed the nurses’ station, and went to the elevators.
Inside the limo with Ali driving, Kord spoke. “Nasim died for what he knew, and he specifically said a Saudi initiated the assassination. The prince’s source indicated Iranians were enlisted to carryit out. Parvin Shah and Youssof Dagher may be on the payroll, but they aren’t the ones who put this scheme together.”
Ali snorted. “Shows how much his family means to him. But we have a lead to run down. Shah’s brother through a contact in Iran. Already notified our people.”
