"I saw her only a few weeks ago. She’d been knocked about, had a bad black eye and a bruise covering half her forearm. She looked miserable, and for the first time I could see she was getting old. Now some bastard’s cut her up." She held her head in her hands for a few moments, then sat upright and reasserted her presence and strength. "I want to help find out who’s doing this. I live in the East End. I know the patch and the people. I could help you."