The Cookie Farm - 1

How do you plea Mr Bruno?
C'mon! How do you plea?
"Not guilty", he replied. With a slight tightning of his abs. He covered his tracks as well as he could and as the others, was fairly secure about the fact their, as in the eyes of the court of justice they found themselves in, wrongdoings, would never be found out.
Wondering if he would have been found out, like the cyclist that after a break, is caught by the bunch, just before the mountain pass. As they exchange looks, looks that tell him "I knew you were bluffing, I knew you didn't have it in you."
Oli remembered they Chinese saying - If you don't want it known, don't do it. He also remembered Wes's advice. Deny everything.
All the others pleaded not guilty. Except for Jay who pleaded not guilty on grounds of insanity.
The afternoon dragged along with a good number of people in attendance. The case had raised a profile in the press and was the first of its kind to reach the Old Bailey.
"Hackers impersonate millions online" and variations thereof were the current headlines.
Jimbo went back in time some fifteen years. When he first examined a cookie.
There it was in a folder. Looking like any other file. Except it was supposed to tell someone else something about himself.
The years went by and cookies proliferated. And who would have thought that one day he would make a decent living buying and selling them.

Buying and selling plain text files. The typical deal involved a few tens of thousands. They were bought from a supplier, together with a table, in which were all the demographics relating to the cookie. Email, username, password, credit card number, CFC number, address, etc.