Late into the night, Cooper sat up reading the books he’d picked up from the library. His mind was racing as he pored over the images and accounts. And for once he tried to fight against the urge to take the edge off… He lost that battle, but at least he was finally beginning to understand the part of the picture he hadn’t been able to see before. He got it. And if it was what he was thinking, then the only thing he needed to work out was what he was going to do next.
Splashing water on his face, Cooper grabbed his pills, his wallet, and hoped he was about to grab the final piece of the jigsaw.