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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.

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

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'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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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."

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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."

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

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

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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.

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