There's a strange anxiety in Markoff's story, as though it was planted on page one to exaggerate a threat to cyber law and order. Reminds that his articles on Kevin were also melodramatic, himself a player, privileged to join the hunt. Maybe this is ambient hot material for his burbling potboiler on Shimomura and Mitnick, honing an author's creative edge, and artistic license, over that, ahem, of the tranquil and capaciously befriended journalist's, pissed that privileged news files were hacked, are hackable.