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"Vincent. This morning."

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

"You lied to them."

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.

"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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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

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

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

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.

"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.

"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."

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.

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