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

"Vincent. This morning."

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

"Vincent. This morning."

"You lied to them."

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.

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

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

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.

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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.

"Threatening you with the letter?"

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

"Vincent. This morning."

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