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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.

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

"Vincent. This morning."

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

"You lied to them."

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

"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.

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

"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."

"You lied to them."

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

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