Miller found the delivery slip under a tray of untouched shrimp cocktails. The return address was a derelict lab in the industrial district. It wasn't a prank gone wrong; it was a targeted assassination. Vane had been lobbying for stricter environmental regulations on the very labs that created these hybrids.
"They were rigged to release on impact," Miller noted, crouched low with a magnifying glass. He noticed a faint, sweet scent clinging to the piñata’s remains—not sugar, but . "Silvio, who provided the 'candy' filling?" [S3E1] A FiГ±ata Full Of Death Bugs
The neon sign of the flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Detective Miller’s desk. He wasn't surprised when the local party planner, Silvio, burst in, covered in what looked like iridescent glitter and high-velocity trauma. Miller found the delivery slip under a tray
"Bugs, Miller. Thousands of them. Small, obsidian-backed, and—" Silvio shuddered, "—aggressive." "Silvio, who provided the 'candy' filling