"It was rented as a sparring partner, from a martial arts studio in Shoreditch," Lowbeer said, taking a short, wax-filled glass tumbler from her purse. It lit as she placed it on the table. "Rented the moment you told your cab to take you to Covent Garden, Mr. Netherton. When I targeted it, I assumed you were about to be physically assaulted. A matter of blows, likely, with hands or feet, but easily fatal, as it was optimized for unarmed combat."