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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.

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.

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.

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

"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."

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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

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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