"Marshmallow?" groans Nic. His arm is outstretched toward me with his sleeve dangling straight over the fire. In his hand is a stick with the sad rema...ins of a burnt and melting marshmallow. It drips slowly and pathetically off the stick as he waits for a reply."I'm good, man." I try to keep the malice out of my voice but some of it leaks through anyway. He's too stoned to care but I add a thank you onto the end to ease my own worry. Then he retracts the stick with the marshmallow corpse and. Also, if you're worried about numbers, why not ask Lily tomorrow? Ask her what she thinks of a dozen or two. She should know whether that's acceptable or not." Okay. I'll do that. Lily also said for me to choose whatever day I wanted, but we can leave that to them, can't we? I'm busy Monday and probably Tuesday evenings, but any other evening is fine with me, and I doubt they'll want to do it that soon anyway. Do any of you have any other evenings you can't make, so we can warn Lily to avoid. "Benton is in his office, hunkered down behind his laptop, furiously typing away. When I enter his office, he looks up and closes the lid of his computer with a sigh."Good morning, Frank." Morning, Benton." I close the door behind me, and Benton's eyes flick between me and the door in mild surprise."Anything on your mind, Frank? Hope you're feeling better today." I wasn't sick, Benton. I played hooky."I pull up a chair and sit down in front of Benton's desk, and he turns to face me. I can tell. He hands the contract to his grandmother. He says, “That’s very good pay, why me?”“I’m putting together a team of the top computer programmers and hackers in the world. Mersey Man rates in the top ten, don’t you?” Owen is very surprised to have been found out.Mrs Jones says, “I told you to stop doing that computer stuff.”Owen replies, “I don’t do any harm, and it’s fun. Anyway, it looks like something good is coming out of it.”Gerry hands over a card with an address in London, plus two hundred.