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

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

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

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

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

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 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.

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

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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.

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.

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

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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