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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.

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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.

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

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

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

"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.

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

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

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

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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.

"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.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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.

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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

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

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