...is Jack.

Jack is passed out, drooling. His shoes are on the floor nearby, and a wastebasket is under his face. God...fucking...he had driven drunk! What an asshole. You shake with rage, but you decide to let it pass for now.
"I'm going to get changed and lie down in Jared's room, James." Tara makes the statement sound a little like an invitation, but she doesn't press it when all you say is "ok."
You head upstairs, looking for the girls. The master bedroom is empty. Hmm.
You hear soft music playing in the guest room. Ah. The girls must be in there, relaxing after their night on the town.
You head over to the guest room, and push the door open.