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

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

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.

"Vincent. This morning."

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.

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

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.

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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 lied to them."

"Vincent. This morning."

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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