Clyde combed his fingers through her hair. Jimmy was an idiot for hurting Becca; there were better ways to deal with women. Then again, Becca liked the douche bags; again, Clyde put that thought process to the side. He probably wouldn't be revisiting that one.
"Right." He offered her a quick sheepish smile before looking at the map again. "I don't know where Annie lives, never met her face to face. Fuck. I'm not a detective. I'm just some mechanic. Really should have someone with half a brain working this shit."