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matter-of-factly.
    “I do,” she replied evenly.
    “Those classes were meant to desensitize you.  The same way serial killers torture puppies at young ages so they don’t take pity on people they kill.  It enables you to do the work of defending someone no matter what you know they’re guilty of.  I think you would do well to tap into that right now.  Alexi Romanov is no angel, but he is a rich criminal.”
    “Understood,” she said.
    “Now,” James said, becoming more businesslike than usual.  “This going to be a different one for you… and it’s going to be one for the books.” 
    “How so?”
    “Mr. Romanov has agreed to meet with one of our partners – you – to discuss his problems.  The difficulty is that because of his traveling business status he falls into some pretty murky waters as far extradition goes.  He can’t be released from the Russian Embassy and his money has made certain that his trial – more of a hearing really – takes place at the embassy rather than back home in Mother Russia.  It’s as close to a fair trial as he’s going to get.  The judge is one of the Supreme Court Judges from the Russian Federation and he’ll be arriving this afternoon and the hearing begins tonight.  That gives you a car ride from here to Washington to get yourself organized and from the time you arrive to tonight to get a game plan together with your new client.”
    “I thought it was just a meeting?”
    James smirked.  “I’m confident you’ll have Mr. Romanov as a client within an hour of arriving.  Russians play hardball in everything and you know the rules of that game.  That’s why I’m sending you.  Normally Mr. Romanov would have been extricated back home and the court would almost certainly have been rigged against him.  But because he has business contacts here that do major financial work over there , the Russian Judiciary agreed to hold the trial here with American oversight.”
    She nodded.  It was a simple thing to understand: a favor for a favor.  That was the Russian way, alright.
    “You’ll be quartered inside the embassy,” James went on, “at least until the situation is resolved.  Mr. Romanov has made all of the arrangements.  You’re going to eat, breathe, and sleep this case until it’s put to bed.”
    “Piece of cake,” she said.
    James smirked.  “Bring me some of the icing.”

Chapter 2
    Regina turned off her voice recorder and slipped it into her pocket as the limo came to a halt.  She gathered up her briefcase and waited patiently for the driver to release her from the limo.  As she waited she regarded herself in the overhead mirror a final time.  Her chocolate colored skin was still fresh and ready from her morning shower despite the trip.  Her hair was tied in thick braids and her green eyes stared back at her, full of confidence and surety. 
    She smiled at her reflected twin.  “Let’s go get ‘em.”
    When the door opened she felt a slight rush of heat.  D.C. was having a heatwave and she was thankful that she wouldn’t have to spend so much time outdoors during this whole matter.  As fabulous as she thought she looked in a bathing suit the heat did tend to get to her.
    The Russian Embassy stood before her.  It was a cube-shaped building, made of granite if she were to judge.  It stood seven stories tall with narrow and tinted windows on all sides that reminded her of murder holes on a castle.  It looked as cold and unwelcoming as a prison to her eyes but she had learned never to judge anything from its appearance. 
    There were several adjacent buildings to the embassy proper and she figured them to be living quarters, maintenance building, parking structure, and security HQ respectively.
    Charming place, she thought as she took it all in.
    The driver removed her luggage bag from the rear of the limo and wordlessly walked with it beside her to the front gate of the embassy.  The compound was ringed in an iron bar fence