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

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

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

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

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

"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.

"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."

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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

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

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.

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."

Gil doesn't even hear us. Shaken by the sight of Taft's house, he lightens pressure on the brakes, letting us roll in neutral, prepared to go back. Just as his foot begins to engage the clutch, though, Paul yanks the door handle and stumbles out onto the curb.

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"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.

"Vincent. This morning."

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