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

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.

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.

"That's why the police took Vincent in," he says. "I told them I saw Vincent near Dickinson when Bill was shot."

"Is this it?" Gil says.

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.

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

"You lied to them."

"Vincent. This morning."

"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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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 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.

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

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

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