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

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"

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

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.

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.

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

"Is this it?" Gil says.

"He knew he had nothing on me. So he started in on your dad."

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.

"He knew he had nothing on me. So he started in on your dad."

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

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

"He knew he had nothing on me. So he started in on your dad."

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

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

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

"Vincent. This morning."

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