Chapter 2
All this time, Lois had been the spy. Dylan was clearly a fool. He’d believed her religious act. Every time they talked, she went into prayer. No one prayed that much, probably not even the pope himself.
Until two minutes ago, Dylan had clues to lead to the mastermind, and not once did he think to question his temporary wife or his aunt that he’d not seen in twenty or more years. He quickly texted Navid.
Mariam Shahpour inherited only if all her male relatives and their families couldn’t.
His father wasn’t going to believe this. Dylan needed proof, but for now he pivoted out of the safe room and pointed to her suitcase beside the bed. “This is your bag?”
She trailed behind him and said, “Yes.”
He took the handle and rolled the suitcase across the floor to the front door. Th
