Alright. Denial. Painstakingly obviously unaware of most of Ford's more recent activities. And therefore, horribly and unfortunately, most likely unaware of the man's own involvement in Grieve's disability.
"It had nothing to do with anything." She answered, but she was calm. She pulled out of her purse two items: the message Ford left with the package and a notebook filled with Ford's handwriting. It was a notebook which also contained the notes on Grieve, but she would withhold that for the moment. "This was found with the pillow. It's the same handwriting."
She knew Grieve was a journalist. Some wheels must have been turning in his head.
"And I am. Ford found Tristan through me." Eddie bit back the immediate guilt that partnered with such information. It wasn't for Grieve to know and it was irrelevant. "You could probably say that Ford succeeded, sure, but I'm not here for Ford. I'm here for Tristan. My involvement's beside the point. Ford wouldn't kill himself just to collect me."