“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” Simon answers. “We have better coders and computing capacity. But Angel had forty-nine would-be hackers last week. That’s…”
“Huge!” Peter says looking at Simon. “Isn’t it?! It is.”
“It is,” Lisa murmurs as she calls.
Seth frowns. “What about the others? The same growth rates?”
“The same growth rate, but not the same numbers,” Simon reports. He looks down, speaking from memory. “It’s one, then five, then four, then ten, then nine, then twenty. And I’m expecting nineteen today. Anne has the same repeating pattern until four, John until nine. Now, they could be the same people. We’re far too busy with the site and keeping an eye on our firewalls to trace anybody. I thought I should bring it up anyway.”
“I’d bet,” Karen says, no derision in her voice as she c
