He cut in. "Something’s going on here. We all know it. Now maybe we can act. Catherine Eddowes isn’t dead—yet. No report of it, anyway. And, yes, she is a whore, but that’s hardly a license for someone to kill her. It’s the sick scum she panders to who deserve that fate." My God, what did you see that night? Serrin wondered as Geraint got to his feet. This is a bad world, and you know it, but something got to you that night, my friend.