Valentine's gift was rather special too: a little pig doll. Of course, it was nowhere near as frightening as the Pig Head Mask he often wore. It was actually rather cute.
Schiller ran a hand over the pig doll's surface and said, "Is this human skin?"
"Yes. Some blind idiot..."
As Valentine spoke, Schiller spotted a familiar color near one of the pig's hind legs. He leaned closer and found that it seemed to be part of someone's back muscle and skin.
"Let me guess. A Mexican."
"How did you know?" Valentine asked in surprise, though it was hardly strange. That group always liked stirring up trouble.
Jonathan said nothing. Clearly, even though the city was on the East Coast, the disorder brought by Mexican immigrants was no small matter. Though Gotham did not have a high proportion of minorities, as in other cities, they had significantly affected public safety in the lower strata of society.
Seeing Schiller's expression, Valentine narrowed his eyes slightly. "Looks like this guy really isn't simple."
"He was hanging around near your house?"
"Not exactly nearby. He was from the neighborhood next to mine. He robbed a supermarket before, so I couldn't buy ingredients for breakfast, then he stole and dug up some cables and cut off my power. So I butchered him."
"You knew him?" Jonathan asked, watching Schiller's expression.
"Two people died in our neighborhood," Schiller said. "They had the same tattoos. I've seen those tattoos before. They belong to the Penitent Cartel, a cross-border Mexican-American drug trafficking organization."
The atmosphere in the room immediately turned grave. Valentine's fingers traced the back of the bat doll.
"Don't you think it's a little too much of a coincidence?" Schiller said. "Someone wanted to frame us for murder, and the people who died just happened