Page 97 of High Treason
“When?” Kord’s tone indicated his anger, and she couldn’t blame him.
“Tonight. I have a key if you want to join me.”
“Glad we had the discussion about trust.”
“You made your point. Are you going or not?”
“What do you think?”
Her phone alerted her to a text, and she read aloud. “It’s from Lori. ‘Should I be okay?’”
Kord peered into her face. “See if she’s available now. You can’t let this slide.”
Can we talk? R u still here?
Yes
Outside gift shop in 5?
OK
Monica stood. “If you need me, text.”
“The doctor said twenty minutes if the estimate’s accurate. May need to reschedule the press conference.”
On the elevator, she prayed for wisdom. Strength to lie? That sounded real biblical.
She made her way to the gift shop and Lori—who stood with her arms crossed. Monica formed a semblance of a smile with little clue how to lie and not lie. Both mattered, but one always held priority.
“Shall we find a quiet place?” Monica said.
“I’d rather stay right here. Where’s your friend?”
“Busy.”
“Is he a bodyguard for the Saudi prince or the press secretary? Or both?”
“You’re upset, and I’m sorry.”
“Sorry enough to tell me the truth?”
Monica studied Lori’s fury and fear. This was her sister-friend, but she could not and would not give away her role with the CIA.
“Monica?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“They’re the same.”
“Afraid that would be your answer. Are you in trouble with the wrong people?”
“No.”
“Are you wanted by the law?”
“Absolutely not.”
