Carl's face remained stoic as he maneuvered the automobile through morning traffic. He didn't drive excessively fast, but he didn't like to slow down either. He had no problem going around any other cars that weren't going as fast as he liked. Stop signs were merely a suggestion.   This was normal, however. He wasn't in any extra rush to get her to the emergency room. She had lived this long. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt.<br/><br/>Not that he wasn't concerned about Jessica. In fact, he was. But he was more concerned about the bigger picture. What had she said?<span style="font-style: italic">"Well, just a small problem compared to all of this, I believe".</span>Carl didn't see it that way. The fact was, a man had died, and she was left for dead. And for what?  The only thing that seemed to be missing was Jessica's hand bag. Carl was wondering if her "<span style="font-style: italic">small problem</span>" wasn't the key to<span style="font-style: italic">"all of this."</span>He kept all this to himself. No point in upsetting her any more than she already was.<br/><br/>After several silent moments his thoughts went back to the husband. Carl assumed the man had simply gone on to work, as usual. After all, what man answered the phone while they were shaving?  To break the silence, Carl asked "Where does your husband work?"