The woman's gaze slid to me, and her mouth pinched into a thin, judgmental line. "Police are to the left."

"No, no." Poh scooted in closer, dragging Crispin along behind her. "I have direct orders to turn this one in to someone from the Ring Guild. Don Summertack is his name. Director of ring operations. Just tell me where his office is, and we'll be on our way."

"Our superiors are busy doing their jobs." The man shook his head. "They have no interest in fugitives." ...