My job as a museum security guard can be kind of dull. For the most part, all I do is stand around and shush unruly students on field trips. The situation there is so chill, I could almost fall asleep. Of course, cameras are also everywhere, so even if Hollywood has you thinking otherwise, it’d be pretty damn impossible to plan a heist. However, I confess I recently manhandled a museum treasure of a different sort — right in plain sight.

A few months ago, I got promoted and started pulling shifts in the camera control room. This means I’m mostly alone in a cool basement with the rather Orwellian ability to see up-close whoever is browsing our collections. Last week, during an otherwise boring evening shift observing our research center, I caught a familiar face on camera: Sophie, an auburn-haired... Leer Más