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"Is this it?" Gil says.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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.

"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.

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.

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"

"Vincent. This morning."

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.

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.

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

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.

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?"

"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."

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

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.

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.

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