"Natalie. Clyde. Need some information, and need it now." Clyde had yet to have much of an accent. Even now. He was still pacing though as he spoke. "Jimmy or Sam, which ever, made contact with you? Idiot's decided to go vigilante. Made a visit to a friend of mine, now he's off doing who the fuck knows. Mind telling me what you told him?"
The last part was more of a demand than a question. He wanted to know what had been shared; he wanted to know that the witch hadn't sent Jimmy here. Some people didn't like demons, and he sure as hell didn't have time for them. Not that Clyde knew a thing about Natalie.
Clyde finally walked over to Becca and settled beside her to give her a shoulder to lean on. His arm went around her if she let him hold her.
"Not saying you sent him here, just want to know what happened, and if you can tell me where the fuck this asshole is. Hell, you even know where the fuck is he's looking for?"