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"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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.

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.

"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"

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

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

"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

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.

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

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.

"I'm the one who called the police too," he says.

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

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

"You lied to them."

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

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

"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.

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

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.

"Jesus, Paul," I say. "How do even you know the blueprint is here?"

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