Jacob guess that Ralph Bellamy's kids were too spoiled to be frightened."Let me introduce myself," Jacob said. "Many years ago, about 20 now I'd recko..., I was known as Jake Dunn. I think the newspapers called me 'The Baby-Faced Assassin.'" And I am Jim Harcourt," Jim added. "I didn't get a fancy nickname but I was a gunslinger just the same. Now he's called Jacob Dunleavy. We own the ranch you wanted to raid tonight." Our wives and children were the ones you planned to hurt," Jacob said. There. But it gets worse. Neena hasn't finished. "Now, if you have done good work and we are pleased with you, we will call you Vyerochka. This is right for a good child or a good slave but it's not good for slaves to be praised too often. They forget their place, forget that they are," she almost spits it out, "owned. It would not be good for that to happen would it?" She isn't in the least interested in my reply. "So we will use Vyerka, which is the right form for your name in these circumstances.. I thought what the hell and got dressed as requested.We arrived at the court and my former attorney, the slimy little bastard, was waiting at the doors for me. Michael Fowler was a short, balding, greasy little man in his late forties with just a bit of a paunch. His suit looked as though he had slept in it and over all did not inspire confidence. He was about to get a rude awakening.He came walking up to us "Alex, I'm so glad to see you weren't hurt. What happened? Give me their names and I'll. I woke early and dressed carefully. I wanted to make a good impression but not to come off as too preppy. I had made us reservations at a favorite restaurant where I knew they would not mind what I wore. So I slipped on a pair of Dockers and a navy cashmere sweater. I had my car pull up out front of her family’s Park Avenue apartment. The doorman stood aside as she swept regally out and moved right into my car as if she owned it…or perhaps me. She was dressed in her usual elegant manner…a.