"Because the bitch didn't do it." Clyde pulled out his iPhone, or whatever it would be called now. iCamcomm? He stepped closer, sliding his arm about her shoulders and turning her gently as he started to pull up an app or two. "I didn't think you had. You would have said something, but I don't care what the asshole did - he shouldn't have done this. It's called control, Becca. He should have shown some; this bullshit.." He waved his hand at the room.
"This shows that he's not in control. This isn't Sam's life. This is Jimmy's, and Jimmy doesn't have control of it." Clyde didn't have much control of his lately, but he wasn't going to let Scotty take over, no matter how much he wanted to. "Sit. Natalie?"
His lips thinned. "She should have known better. You do any mojo for the asshole? Can you do that shit? Give me a fucking locator, not that hocus pocus shit."