is Hidden Killers with Tony Bruske.

Here now, Tony Bruske.

There's something quietly unnerving about a murder trial just hitting the brakes.

Not because of a bombshell witness or flipping the script or a forensic report, suddenly

rewriting the timeline, but because of the very machinery of justice

that has to stop and ask, can this man even stand in the room and face what he is accused of?

That's a spot we're in right now with Brian Walsh.

Just two weeks shy of jury selection in Norfolk Superior Court, Judge Dianneur dropped the hammer.

This week, trial delayed.

Walsh headed straight to Bridgewater State Hospital for a 20-day psychiatric evaluation to nail down one razor-sharp question.

Is he competent to stand trial?

This guy, remember Anna Walsh, his wife, dead, New Year's Day, a couple years ago.

Then all the Google searches, remember the Google searches?

Yeah, he's the one with the Google search. The bad how to do this,

how to do that, how to inherit, how long to inherit, every which way to dispose of things.

Yeah, he's that guy. I couldn't have possibly done it. There's, you know, literal fluids in the basement that weren't just bought at Home Depot.

He did buy a bunch at Home Depot, but fluids for Banna.

It's not about guilt or innocence.

It's about the shadows of that New Year's morning two and a half years ago.

It's about whether in his moment or in this moment he can wrap his head around the charges, talk strategy with his lawyers, and step into the box without the whole thing crumbling on appeal.

And that's important.

People go, well, put it, try him.

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