"Where are they?" Clyde saw it as a they not as a he. How could the mechanic know it had been only one of them? He held her tightly to him. He didn't tremble; he still didn't growl. He had flung things already, now was the time to do more than hurt his own stuff, to lash out at inanimate objects. Now was the time to act.
"Tell me, and I'll find make them pay. tell me everything they did." Clyde was going to recreate the scene, and he was going to make sure ever bruise had a mirror on the douche bag's face. He'd have a hard time with Annie, but no one did this. No one.