Mandy bust into my office, her big brown eyes welling up, her bottom lip trembling like a bright red blow-up bed in a high wind.

Her words tumbled over one another, "It's The Breaker, he's back... he had his fat hands all over it," she said. "I could see the disks in his pockets, the drives on his keyring. He's going to look at those sites again. I just know he's going to infect me, I'll need another rebuild, I just can't carry on like this."

Mandy ran asset allocation for the company. Every laptop was like a child to her. Not the best job for a sensitive dame, having to clean, prepare and dole out company kit to people she didn't know - or trust.

The Breaker was good. We never pinned anything on him, but everything he touched came back subtly changed. Apps that crashed, mis-allocated files, weird ghostly images and a tendency to auto dial 0900 numbers.

By now she was in my arms. "Contractor? Why don't you put a contract out on him!" she said, burying her face in my shoulder...