It took Clyde little time to get to the Shreveport Agency MTN, and even less time to get a car to Becca's place. Yes, she could have been busy with some guy; he knew that she was a grown woman and could do what she wanted when she wasn't around him, even when she was around him. What he didn't like was the lack of communication; that just didn't seem right.
He hadn't left a message with Mattie, but he'd explain things if she needed to know, if she asked. They were all adults after all. He paid the fare without really counting how much he handed over; the driver was getting a more than generous tip this time around it seemed. He walked purposefully to the door. The good thing about traveling via MTN? He could bring weapons, and Clyde had - a tire iron tucked up his sleeve and a phaser tucked into his waistband. One way or another, he was taking someone down if there was trouble, and there seemed to be trouble from the texts.
The mechanic knocked on the door. "Becca, babe, you home?" He didn't sound too angry, but then he hadn't seen what was waiting inside.