The Hourglass Door
““How do you know it’s a fake?” I asked quietly.
“Because the real hinge was brass, the carvings were done by hand, and the machine was filled with gears and springs of da Vinci’s best design.” Dante spun the broken prong across the table. “This is simply painted yellow and brown and is hollow inside.” Dante dropped his head in his hands. “It’s a fake.”
“So . . . where is the real one?”
Dante and I both looked to Leo, who looked away.
“Leo?” Dante asked. “Do you have it here? Somewhere in the ba...ck room, or in the apartment?”
“No. If this is a fake, then the real hinge is gone.” Leo spoke mechanically, his face and lips the color of ash.
“Where is it?” Dark anger entered Dante’s voice.
“My best guess? Zo has it.”
A sharp zing raced through me, making my fingers and toes tingle. It felt like the room shifted around me, even though I knew I was on solid ground.
“How would he have gotten it?” Dante asked in carefully controlled tones.
Leo looked shaken.MoreLess
“Because the real hinge was brass, the carvings were done by hand, and the machine was filled with gears and springs of da Vinci’s best design.” Dante spun the broken prong across the table. “This is simply painted yellow and brown and is hollow inside.” Dante dropped his head in his hands. “It’s a fake.”
“So . . . where is the real one?”
Dante and I both looked to Leo, who looked away.
“Leo?” Dante asked. “Do you have it here? Somewhere in the ba...ck room, or in the apartment?”
“No. If this is a fake, then the real hinge is gone.” Leo spoke mechanically, his face and lips the color of ash.
“Where is it?” Dark anger entered Dante’s voice.
“My best guess? Zo has it.”
A sharp zing raced through me, making my fingers and toes tingle. It felt like the room shifted around me, even though I knew I was on solid ground.
“How would he have gotten it?” Dante asked in carefully controlled tones.
Leo looked shaken.MoreLess
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