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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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

"Vincent. This morning."

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

"Vincent. This morning."

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

"You lied to them."

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

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.

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

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

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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