"Are you sure we'll find him?" Murtagh asked the social worker in the car next to him.
"I don't know, Murtagh." She replied honestly, "I have not spoken with him in years, but I was informed that this was his current…" she eyed the tattooed men polishing guns on their porches while the children played. There was something fundamentally wrong with that picture. "…address." She glanced over at the dark haired teen.
"You think he'll be glad to see me?" he asked uncertainly. Miss. Grey was just about the only person he allowed himself to let his guard down around. He'd only met her a few weeks ago, but she had an air of motherness about her that made him feel that she really did want what was best for him. Murtagh had been to many shitty foster homes, but the last one was the worst. The Morzanzon's were just a tiny bit…absolutely crazy. Especially Morzan Morzanzon. That man was responsible for the long scar the teen now had long his ribs.
"I never told you this…but I suppose its time…it's not Billy's fault that you ended up in the system. He didn't give you up. He didn't have any intention of giving you up. Not you, and not your brother."
"Brother?"
"Yes, you have a twin brother. A nurse thought Billy was too young and too irresponsible to be a single parent, so she took matters into her own hands and stole the two of you away. Your father made quite a stink about it. He even gave the president a right good whipping…he never gave up the search for his boys….until the police put a foot down."
"So…when did you realise I was…me?"
Miss. Grey glanced over at the boy. "I'm not quite sure…it must have been when I saw you up on stage. You looked just like him." she smiled sadly as she pulled into a parking lot and stopped in front of a girl. She rolled down the window, "excuse me, in which flat does Mr. Darley live in?"
The girl glanced up at her and arched a brow, "Which one?"
"William."
"We don't have no William Darley." She muttered and turned away.
"Hey!" Murtagh leaned over, "You tell me where the fuck he is or I'll rip you a new one lass." He sneered.
The girl was stunned as she stared at the dark haired boy. He was the splitting image of…Billy Darley.
"You mean Billy? He doesn't live here anymore. He's set up at Stokley Hall…it's still in repairs though…you'll probably find him at the Four Roses….its a bikers bar just down the street." She said shakily.
"Thank you." Miss Grey said politely and rolled up the window as she drove away. "You certainly look enough like him to scare people around here…makes me wonder…" she said with a small smile.
Murtagh snorted, "Sure you do…."
A few minutes later she pulled up outside the Four Roses. She rolled her eyes. "He certainly has a taste for dumps…"