Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder Novels & Stories

--- But the situation was stranger than any of them knew, because while Liam was walking toward the elevator and Avery was sitting in the hotel lobby with her sleeping daughter and Jackson was thirty blocks north rehearsing a statement in the back of a car — while all of that was happening in the ordinary world of people trying to do the right thing in very difficult circumstances — there was a different conversation occurring in a different city about a man named Marcus Jefferson. Or rather, about the man Marcus Jefferson used to be. In a basement room that smelled of acetone and very good coffee, Dollar Fabs had just pulled a binder from the third shelf of the wall and opened it to a page

Milo’s POV Marco had told us to find her binder before Bronx ordered us to lock him in solitary confinement. He said Kas kept note cards and binders for everything. We just had to find the correct binder to figure out what she was up to. He couldn’t tell us anymore because of some sort of potion he had swallowed. He was right. We rifled through dozens of binders in her office until we found one in her desk drawer that had a sticker labeled ‘Manae Notes’.

No folders. Just one black binder. The cover carried no title. No date. No label. Only a small handwritten note. For whoever finds this after I fail. Nobody breathed. For several seconds, nobody even moved. Then Vivian sat down abruptly. Mrs. Crawford crossed herself. Lucian stared. Kieran looked away. Only Mara reached for the binder. Carefully. Slowly. As though opening it might change everything. Perhaps it would. She lifted the cover. The first page contained only one sentence.