While sitting at a traffic light beside the Federal Courthouse I saw two young people walk toward the corner. Both the man and the woman were impeccably dressed in smart black suits, both carrying obviously expensive leather briefcases. At the corner, the tall blond woman stopped and spoke to her companion for a moment, and then they briskly shook hands and headed their separate ways.

The young man headed away past the Wallflower Gallery, while the woman confidently and quickly crossed the street in front of me. As she approached the far corner, two doors opened in the glossy black stretch limousine parked alongside the road. Two burly men emerged, wearing black suits accessorized with dark sunglasses and coiled white cords behind their left ears. One faced the courthouse, scanning the street with his right hand not quite in his jacket, while the other held open the door as the young blond slid gracefully inside. Once she was settled they jumped in, the doors closed, and the limo pulled away into the traffic.