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"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

"You lied to them."

"Threatening you with the letter?"

Gil doesn't even hear us. Shaken by the sight of Taft's house, he lightens pressure on the brakes, letting us roll in neutral, prepared to go back. Just as his foot begins to engage the clutch, though, Paul yanks the door handle and stumbles out onto the curb.

"We can't do this," I say as I walk toward them, trying for some authority.

The wind whips through the columns of the fa?ade, licking puffs of snow from the eaves. The window next door goes black. When Paul gets no answer, he tries to turn the knob, but the lock holds fast.

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

"It's the only other place he could've hidden it."

Gil doesn't even hear us. Shaken by the sight of Taft's house, he lightens pressure on the brakes, letting us roll in neutral, prepared to go back. Just as his foot begins to engage the clutch, though, Paul yanks the door handle and stumbles out onto the curb.

Paul knocks again, then pulls a ring of keys from his pocket and cradles one into the slot. Putting a shoulder into the wood, he sweeps the door forward. Hinges squeal.

"Damn it." Gil brings the Saab to a halt and gets out. "Paul"

I'm waiting for Gil to react, but he keeps his eyes on the road. Staring at the back of Paul's head, I have the strange sensation of looking at myself from behind, of being inside my father's car again.

I'm waiting for Gil to react, but he keeps his eyes on the road. Staring at the back of Paul's head, I have the strange sensation of looking at myself from behind, of being inside my father's car again.

"You're the one who ran," I say under my breath.

"Paul" I get out of the car, trying to keep my voice at a whisper.

"You lied to them."

"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

But Paul is already inside, scanning the first floor. Without a word, he's deep into the house.

"That's why the police took Vincent in," he says. "I told them I saw Vincent near Dickinson when Bill was shot."

The wind whips through the columns of the fa?ade, licking puffs of snow from the eaves. The window next door goes black. When Paul gets no answer, he tries to turn the knob, but the lock holds fast.

"He knew he had nothing on me. So he started in on your dad."

The wind hisses around the door as he opens it, muffling his words. I can see Paul mouth something to us, pointing at the house. He begins hiking toward it in the snow.

"Paul" I get out of the car, trying to keep my voice at a whisper.

"You lied to them."

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