They were silent all the way up Connecticut Avenue, but as she made the left on East West Highway and headed toward his building, he could no longer remain silent. “Why didn’t you tell her all of it? She’s obviously on your side.” Cooper was not without his own level of guilt. He had not mentioned seeing the yellow Honda at the Georgia Mews’ parking lot. He had not revealed what he had learned about Parrish. “You’re right. Prentiss is a good woman,” Laura said. “She won’t leave it alone. She can’t. But who knows what she hasn’t told us.” The car pulled up to the curb a few blocks from his building. He opened the door and got out. It was time, he decided, to make his stand. Cooper wanted out. “Listen, Laura…I’m running,” he said, searching for a light touch. “So you’re taking my advice?” “Yes.
