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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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"

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

"You lied to them."

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"You lied to them."

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."

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

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.

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

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.

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