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

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

"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.

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