XIIHer phone beeped again, and then a second time, and then in rapid succession, it filled up with messages from friends, museum colleagues, family, and just about anyone, it seemed, with a device, access to the internet and her phone number.
Bethan on receiving so many messages, apologised profusely to the lady who ran the concession and left.
Once outside, she phoned Sal and told her to meet her at the museum.
Naturally, Sal had been reluctant to leave the gleaning.
“We can’t leave,” she’d said, sounding baffled. “We’re here all day.”
“Look, I know, but something’s happened at the museum…”
“Not another break in?”
“Um…not quite…no. I’m sending you something!”
Bethan forwarded the image Hannah had sent her hearing, as she did, Sal making her apologies to an unknown companion and th
