It's all in the note and on the flash drive. No, I mean the instructions. He flipped the front of the envelope around to me, but of course I knew what I'd written. Only open in the event of Trevor Mann's death. Admittedly, it was a bit melodramatic as far as instructions went, but I couldn't have been more concise or direct. And I mean it, too, I said. The only way you open that envelope is if I'm dead. This has to do with Claire, doesn't it? Of course. Why can't you share it me while you're alive? Good question, I said. But that's a flash drive for another day. I watched as Sebastian looked at the envelope again, staring at it
by James Patterson
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"It's all in the note and on the flash drive. No, I mean the instructions." The speaker emphasized that the instructions, found both in a note and on a flash drive, are very clear about when to open the envelope—only if the speaker dies. The envelope was labeled with a stern warning: "Only open in the event of Trevor Mann's death." The speaker acknowledged that the instructions might seem melodramatic but insisted on their importance and strict adherence.

The conversation hints at deeper issues involving Claire, which the speaker refuses to reveal prematurely, even suggesting that the details are reserved for another time. Sebastian, intrigued, looked at the envelope with curiosity, recognizing its significance. The speaker maintained that these instructions are vital and confided that there's more to the story, possibly involving trust, secrecy, or personal safety, linking the note to the book "Truth or Die" by James Patterson, hinting at themes of danger and revelation.

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