Fish Face

"Is this yours?" the detective asked for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "Yes." I  replied again, mindlessly. What was he trying to solve? The only mystery that I could think of was why he was in my apartment in the first place. "Is that yours?" he asked again, pointing to a candelabra. The detective was a midget cyclops and had tufts of hair emitting from his shoulders. Like any detective, he carried around a magnifying glass and some forceps. There was a tattoo on his right forearm of what looked like a fish with a human face. "Facey" was written underneath the grotesque image. As I sat mesmerized by this man (creature?), he suddenly erupted with an "A-Ha!!!", the mystery was solved.