Carl sat quietly, still resting his arms on the back of the chair. He was more awake now. He listened intently, as the smoke from his cigarette danced around under the ceiling fan's gentle motion. Again, she mentioned the bakery. Thats where he had seen her before! She worked in the bakery downstairs.  He blinked when she said someone had killed Mike. This apparently didn't sink in the first time around.<br/><br/>He leaned his char sideways on two legs and stretched his arm out, reaching a box of Kleenex off the desk. He handed the box out to Jessica.  "Mike?"  He put two and two together. "The guy that runs the bakery?  He's dead?"<br/><br/>Carl felt horrible for the lady. He wanted to give her some encouragement. Part of him wanted to put an arm around her, but that wouldn't be proper- would it? He didn't even know the dame's name. Ash fell from the Camel to the floor. He didn't seem to notice, or care. He sat quietly another moment, listening and mulling the facts around in his head as he knew them.<br/><br/>Some schmuck tried to hold up a bakery? at five in the morning?  That didn't make any sense. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knows you hit a joint at closing time, once they made all their money for the day.<br/><br/>Finally, he prompted her for a name.   "Listen, uh, Miss umm..."