Photo-story from Janus 125 featuring Rebecca Coleman as Donella Lancing It was the worst day of Donella Lancing’s life. She had hardy slept for the past two nights, and when she did so had woken weeping. It was her fault, hers alone. Working late she had left the office in a rush and neglected to apply the security lock and set the alarm. There was no way she could possibly blame anyone else. He had seemed remarkably calm, but she knew him well enough to know that it had disturbed him far more than he cared to show. This small business he ran was his whole life. ‘And what do you think we should do about it?’ was all he had said in that firm, quiet voice. Most of the missing stock was insured; all the thieves had left behind were the desk and filing cabinet and the posters on the wall. Ironic posters, exhorting staff to ‘lock up or lose it’. Well, Donella had lost it. ‘I don’t know, John,’ she’d answered, fidgeting a...
