Both men were racing in their cars for different reasons. Peter was stepping on the pedal to his wife. She was sick, and he needed to get to her ASAP. He was worried for her. Larry was in his car - racing to his girlfriend, who wasn’t picking up his calls. He was worried for her. Both men were gripping their steering wheels till their knuckles turned white. They were both racing to the same woman. They both knew it. Maybe they hoped whoever got their first would get her love. But both would walk away without her. She would choose neither of them because someone had taken her life.