Forget banks. The real vault is a data center — endless rows of drives holding everybody’s private business, sitting in a windowless building nobody guards like a bank. Tim is a climate reporter worn out from writing the end of the world over and over. Virginia is a con artist living completely off the grid in Manhattan, no digital trail at all, obsessive about keeping it that way. They fall in together out of want and broke desperation and decide to steal secrets. With their last cash and some cheap wigs they drive to the edge of Tulsa, where the largest repository of knowledge on earth sits in a building the size of a small town. Each of them is hiding something from the other. And the heist is only the first act.
Cloudthief