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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."

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.

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

"We can't do this," I say as I walk toward them, trying for some authority.

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.

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 the one who called the police too," he says.

"You lied to them."

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.

"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."

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

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 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.

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.

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

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

"We can't do this," I say as I walk toward them, trying for some authority.

"We can't do this," I say as I walk toward them, trying for some authority.

"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.

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