Chapter Eleven
The Entrance
There were two captains trying to steer that ship, and neither knew what they were doing . . .
A whirl of a wheelchair filled the silence in the foyer, followed by a muffled “move—get out the road.”
Ms Frasier faltered, shifting to the side.
McTaggart saw the falter and, grabbing his chance to “wrap up things up,” jumped in.
“So, as you can see, a pop-up library ticks many boxes . . .”
Squeeeeeek!
McTaggart stopped.
Beatrice appeared, filling the doorway like a giant fluorescent pumpkin, her dark cloak catching on a wheel.
The reporter dropped his pad.
“Jesus,” muttered McFlaherty.
The reporter scrabbled for his camera, his phone. Which to use first?
“s**t,” muttered McTaggart.
“This is better than cheese,” muttered one of job centre girls to the o
