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

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.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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"

"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?"

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

"You lied to them."

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

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

"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.

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

"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."

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.

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

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.

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

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

"Vincent. This morning."

"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.

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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