I expect them to be the security force, but quickly deduce from their ragtag, rather disheveled appearance that they're something else.
"Quickly," a woman snaps, "you need to get off the streets. Patrols will be down this way any minute."
"Who are you?" I demand, my hand on the butt of my pistol.
"Doesn't matter, you need to move. We'll make introductions when we get off the streets," the woman says irritably.
"We're not going anywhere with you."
Before we can continue our argument, Tabitha pushes herself to the front of our group. "Agatha?"
The woman gasps and steps closer to us, despite Wolfe's warning growl. "Tabby, is that you?"
"It's me," Tabitha says gleefully and the two women clasp forearms.
"My god, child!" Agatha exclaims. "I never thought to see you again."
"We need your help. Have you heard anything about Sheela Summers being brought into the city?"