Nkechi arrived at ten past eight with a carry-on bag, a second lawyer named Tomás who specialised in international criminal jurisdiction, and the specific energy of someone who had been thinking hard on a plane for three hours and was ready to work.
She looked at me first. Then at the folder under my arm. Then at Adrián standing behind me.
"I need a room with a table," she said. "And Isabella de Vargas. And nobody else in the building who doesn't need to be here."
We used the library.
Isabella arrived seven minutes later. She looked at Nkechi the way two people look at each other when they are both very good at what they do and are rapidly calculating what that means for the situation. Then she sat down at the table and put her hands flat on the surface and said: "What did you find?"
