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

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.

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

"Vincent. This morning."

"What do we do?" Gil says, beside him.

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

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.

"He's still at the police station," Paul says, almost to himself. "The lights are off."

Slush sprays the undercarriage of the car as the suspension dances over a pothole.

The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. At Taft's address, all windows are unlit. Just beyond them stands the tree line of the Institute woods, its canopy tinseled in white.

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.

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

"You lied to them."

"He's still at the police station," Paul says, almost to himself. "The lights are off."

I can hear it in his voice, the accusation sneaking in. Everything returns to the moment I pushed Taft.

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.

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

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.

A light in the neighboring house comes on, but Paul pays no attention. He paces up to Taft's front porch and puts his ear to the door, gently rapping.

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

Slush sprays the undercarriage of the car as the suspension dances over a pothole.

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

A light in the neighboring house comes on, but Paul pays no attention. He paces up to Taft's front porch and puts his ear to the door, gently rapping.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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