Chapter twelve
Detective Arsenegger and Ortiz sat at a table inside of a sushi bar out in West Hollywood. They threw back porcelain cups of sake as they watched the sushi chef work with his special knives, cutting and chopping up raw fish. He put on quite a show tossing his knives back and forth over his shoulders and catching them. He received Oh’s and Ah’s like a magician at a magic show as he demonstrated his finesse with the sharp, bladed utensils. Seeing the patrons wowed caused the sushi chef to smile and boast more of his uncanny abilities.
Plates of colorful fish were sat out in front of Arsenegger and Ortiz. The seafood looked as beautiful as it did delicious.
Detective Arsenegger pushed something under the table toward Ortiz. “Take a look under the table there, by your feet.”
