Becca stepped forward as if she would have reached out to him, but the devil-trap stopped her short, and she pulled back her hand as if she'd been stung. "Damn it!"
She let her arms fall to her sides, glancing down at the floor, where her purse had fallen, just outside the circle of spray paint. She'd probably dropped it about the time he'd doused her with the holy water, so she had no idea that Clyde had texted her. She had other things on her mind, anyway.
"Look at me, Jimmy," she said, "Look at me. If he took them, it means that he doesn't want them dead yet. He wants to fuck with you first. He can't have taken them far." That's it. Focus. Get his head in the game. Get Jimmy to think on his feet. "I can help you. Camelot can help you. But I can't do much from in here."