Page 39 of High Treason
“Your family’s the easiest target.” His sisters needed to be sent home, but the prince knew the danger.
“I understand. We will talk later.”
The bodyguards laid their phones on a side table near the prince and Kord.
“Have you received intel that can help?” Kord said.
“Nothing more than what I’ve told you. Conduct the investigation to the best of your ability. Keep me informed of every development. Nothing is too small. Details will help us find him. My friend, you have my cooperation. Find the man and stop whoever is conspiring with him.”
Kord shook Prince Omar’s hand. “Thank you.”
“I assume your assistant is already at work?”
“Yes, for as much as she can accomplish without interviewing each man.”
Prince Omar glanced her way. “You will pose the questions.”
“Yes, Amir.” No need to explain the procedure to Monica.
The elevator opened and two HPD officers exited—men Kord recognized. He greeted them and conducted introductions. “These officers will escort Consul General al-Fakeeh to his office.”
The consul general focused on Kord. “What about my bodyguards?”
“They’ll be released once their interviews are completed,” Kord said.
Further background checks would happen next. Once the officers and consul general left, Monica and Kord arranged furniture in a corner for private interviews.
“All requests have been made to my handler, and you’ll receive the same report,” she said.
“Good.”
“Am I to be submissive?”
He stared at her and tried to hide a grin. “What do you think? But use your best judgment.”
“Tell me why Inman has a scar.”
“He fell as a boy.”
“Are you positive of his commitment?”
Kord reserved his opinion until he saw the intel on every man there.
Prince Omar walked their way. “Is it possible someone could retrieve my cell phone from my car? I remember taking a call and leaving it on the armrest.”
Monica touched Kord’s arm. “Ali could get it.”
“Okay.” Kord made his way to Ali. “Prince Omar needs his phone. Would you and Wasi mind getting it from the limo?”
As Ali left the area, Kord sensed the prince studying him. “I’d trust those two men with my sons.”
“I want to have the same conviction,” Kord said. “You changed your mind about accompanying Consul General al-Fakeeh after you were notified of Dr. Carlson’s request for a meeting. How were you contacted?”
“When I couldn’t be reached, the doctor phoned Malik.”
“The decision saved your life.”
Within fifteen minutes, Ali and Wasi returned with the prince’sphone and handed it to the prince. Kord saw little reason to doubt Ali, not when he had an opportunity to escape if guilty.
