"River being?" Someone whose opinion Amy seems to value, although she still doubts it. Of course not knowing much about the woman aside from the fact that she has a husband who shares his appearance, Rip can only offer an opinion based on his own thoughts and the few details Amy offers up. He's ready to ask for more--specifically, about the crime she speaks of--when Amy asks a question that makes Rip go tense.

It always will, because the answer will forever be a painful one to give.

"I did. A son." He no longer looks at her, his gaze instead locking on his glass. His hands wrap tightly around it, although he resists the urge to drink--barely. It won't last. "He was killed."

Slaughtered by a madman, just as his wife had been, and now Rip swallows back more of his drink than he likely should in a single go.