Chapter Ten
New York City, NY
She was sharp and exquisite. Everything about her was unapologetic. Despite her chipped ear and missing eye, Denton thought she was perfect. Her name, after all, translated to perfection. And he knew why.
His assistant, Czarina, looked past the glass-encased limestone statue. In her red jacket, she watched a frantic man push past a distracted couple and linger to apologize. The man stepped inside the Spitzer Hall of Human Origins and made a precise line toward them.
‘I see you have excellent taste, sir,’ he said.
The man’s face glistened. He must have run the entire Museum of Natural History to reach them.
‘I haven’t seen her since Germany,’ Denton said. ‘Just as I remember her.’
‘Yes, it’s normally displayed at the Neues Museum in Berlin,’ the man said
