Will had started to realise just what a bad idea this all was, just how little he'd thought it through. Clio didn't even know about the rest of the shit that had already gone down tonight, the reason Tuck was drinking in the first place. He should've thought, should've suggested they wait, at least drop the news on Tuck when he was sober.
They got Tuck settled, and Will lowered himself onto the sofa beside Clio as she started talking. Christopher. They'd found Christopher, the older boy. That was the good news half of it, and Will couldn't even muster a smile because he was so goddamn anxious waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He hadn't been there when his son had died. Hadn't even known it had happened till it was too damn late to do anything but hate himself. Clio, she'd been through the same with her own boy. He didn't want Tuck to have to feel that, too. Not after everything the man had already been through.
Jeremiah's trail went cold thirteen years ago.
Will understood what she was saying. It was the thing he'd been dreading. But he still found himself asking, "But, but his name could've been changed again, couldn't it? People do that. He could've..." Will waved a vague hand, straining to think of a credible reason why Ezekiel-formerly-Jeremiah might have legally changed his name for a second time, coming up blank, and ploughing on regardless. "He could have done it, right?" He looked to Clio with a faint edge of pleading in his expression.