2.22 Lawyers

As I made my way through the heavy doors of the Consulate with nothing but that lousy 24-page Guidelines for Americans Arrested in Japan I couldn't help but feel let down. I don’t know what I was expecting. Diplomatic sanctuary, perhaps, or the Cavalry riding in to save my sorry arse from the narcotics agents?

At least Ms. Satô had given me a list of lawyers to contact and I skimmed through it as I walked back to the bicycle. The names were listed alphabetically: Abe, Adachi, Baba, Eguchi, Jojima, Koga, Moriyama, Nakano, and so on. Each lawyer's alma mater, areas of specialty, and English proficiency was given.

The Abe at the top of the list I happened to know. She was an attractive, competent lawyer in her mid-thirties who had helped me get the ball moving with my divorce two years earlier. Although she was someone I could confide in, I had to rule her out, as she didn’t seem to have any experience with criminal law, let alone narcotics. Not many on the list did. This wasn't America, after all.

Second on the list was a Mr. Adachi. Much older than Abe, judging by the date of his graduation, Adachi was one of the few who had apparently worked on cases dealing with drugs. The clincher, though, was the address of his practice. It was located at the Akasaka intersection, a short walk from my apartment. I hopped on the bicycle and headed straight for it.

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