What business would Billy have in Kentucky? That was the question Liam kept returning to. It must be a coincidence, it had to be. Sure, they were a day's driving away from the DC area, so it wasn't completely out of the question. But the odds were astronomical that after six years they'd end up not only in the same city, but connected to the same people. It couldn't be. There was no way little straight-laced, do-gooder Billy was popping Oxy and having a kinky threesome while handcuffed to a bed a seedy hotel room.

"It sounds like it..." he said, just a little softer than usual.

He needed to know, for certain, if it was him. But he couldn't trust a junkie's memories. For all he knew this guy just happened to be of a vaguely similar build with the same color hair. The drug haze made it easy to sketch in the wrong details. The name was a mere coincidence. That made a great deal more sense.

Pushing off the wall, he moved over to Mike. He leaned over the man, just so he could pluck the cigarette from his fingers. Everything that belonged to the junkie belonged to him. He took a slow drag from it, watching Mike intently. Not until now did it cross his mind that this could be intentional. Maybe not on Mike's part, but on someone's. If it really was HIS Billy.

"Do you know anything about him beside his name?" Something to settle this one way or another.