After discovering an odd and certainly unexpected connection between the clue wrapped in the piece of plastic she'd pilfered from the Cherry Pitts tragedy, Kandy makes a hasty exit from Mdm. JuJu's humble home, much to the relief of the clairvoyant. The diminutive detective had contacted a family member of the man she knew HAD to be responsible for what she'd found in Cherry's retro kitchenette. And despite her being less than thrilled to have to travel anywhere near metropolitan Miami, that is where her trail was leading her, and, per her usual MO, the frazzled flatfoot put pedal to the metal as she careened down I-95 S toward the Miami skyline. She was on a mission.