The cross, the chalice, the broken bread above open hands on the one side. Some are very complex, like this one in St Michael’s, Remuera, Auckland. Is it any wonder, then, that there are so many stained glass windows around the world that show the Body and Blood of Christ? Priests repeat Jesus’ words at the consecration every time they say Mass. The last words Jesus used when changing the bread and wine into His body and blood say it all: 'It's the only other place he could've hidden it.And that leads me to what is central in the Last Supper: the Eucharist. 'How do even you know the blueprint is here?' 'Paul' I get out of the car, trying to keep my voice at a whisper. 'I'm the one who called the police too,' he says. When Paul gets no answer, he tries to turn the knob, but the lock holds fast. The wind whips through the columns of the fa?ade, licking puffs of snow from the eaves. He paces up to Taft's front porch and puts his ear to the door, gently rapping. Just as his foot begins to engage the clutch, though, Paul yanks the door handle and stumbles out onto the curb.Ī light in the neighboring house comes on, but Paul pays no attention. Shaken by the sight of Taft's house, he lightens pressure on the brakes, letting us roll in neutral, prepared to go back. 'Damn it.' Gil brings the Saab to a halt and gets out. Slush sprays the undercarriage of the car as the suspension dances over a pothole. Putting a shoulder into the wood, he sweeps the door forward. Paul knocks again, then pulls a ring of keys from his pocket and cradles one into the slot. 'He's still at the police station,' Paul says, almost to himself.

'It's the only other place he could've hidden it.' 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. Just beyond them stands the tree line of the Institute woods, its canopy tinseled in white.

At Taft's address, all windows are unlit. The houses before us are fashioned in white clapboard. 'I told them I saw Vincent near Dickinson when Bill was shot.' 'That's why the police took Vincent in,' he says. Without a word, he's deep into the house. But Paul is already inside, scanning the first floor.

Last supper stained glass