Becca sighed. She knew Clyde wasn't going to rest until he'd gotten to the bottom of things. There was no point wasting energy in being obstinate--even if it did come more naturally to the redhead than being submissive and cooperative.
"It was Jimmy," she said, ducking her head and hiding behind her mug as she doctored her throat with the sweet tea. "Not Jimmy. It was Sam. He was waiting for me when I came home from dropping Tanya at the dorms. I walked right into his trap." But that was beside the point. "Someone took Annie and her son."