If the information Ethan Grant had gathered was correct, this David Walsh was unusually infatuated with Meredith Rowan.
The police interrogated him all night yesterday, but he insisted it was his own plan, unrelated to anyone else—especially Meredith Rowan.
Neither the police nor Ethan Grant had any evidence linking this to the 'other woman.' They had no choice but to play the long game.
Shirley Thorne didn't want to rain on their parade, but the fact was, David Walsh was a clam that couldn't be pried open. He wouldn't cough up a single extra piece of information.
"So, let's just turn this to our advantage!"
Shirley Thorne got up with a sigh of resignation. "Sir," she said to Ethan Grant, "find me a better hospital room, the kind with a view of the moon."
Ethan Grant gave a faint smile. "Alright."
