She hesitated, took off her glasses, and stared a hole through the poor cop who was just trying to do his job, telling her that her husband was in the hospital. What the cop missed was the shock in her eyes that he wasn’t dead. He was supposed to be dead.
It was all arranged. The guy, who knew a guy, who knew another guy, promised there was no chance of failure. It would look like an accident to everyone but her husband. She wanted him to know she had him killed. When the cop left she packed her suitcase.