CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Remi stood in front of the pyxis, staring at its beautiful lines and delicate engravings, and wanting nothing more than to smash open the display case and pry open the top and bottom, looking for hidden compartments.
She had stood there for the better part of an hour, as the late afternoon crowds had swirled around her, staring and staring at every line of the object, hoping to notice a seam or catch. Something, anything to indicate the cryptex was hidden inside.
She could see nothing, of course. If the cryptex had remained inside the box for all these centuries, any secret compartment would be so well hidden that no casual study would ever reveal it.
Now she understood why the Cryptex Killer, as Daniel so overdramatically called him, had broken the objects instead
