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"Jesus, Paul," I say. "How do even you know the blueprint is here?"

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

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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

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.

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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.

"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.

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

"You lied to them."

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.

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.

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

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

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

"You lied to them."

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.

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

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

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.

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