Dialogue test

The motel's manager was standing in the corner wringing his hands and nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"What's your name buddy?" Dicky growled as he walked up to the right of Ray.

"Fffreddie…"

"What's your full name, genius?"

"Fffrederrrrick Montery"

"Why are you so jumpy Freddie?" Ray asked in a nicer tone than Dicky.

"I-I  just get nervous around cops.  Nothing ever happened like this around here before.  Usually the customers just keep to themselves and are in and out."

"So, it's more of an hourly place than a nightly huh?" Ray asked.

"Y--Yes, we have some regulars that stay upstairs for longer stays but most of these rooms down here are rented by the hour."

"Did you see the person that checked into that room?"  Dicky said pointing to the room they had just come from.

"No sir, as I told the other cops, that room was supposed to be empty.  No one has stayed in there for that last few days."

"Do you know the victim's name?  Is she a regular here?"

"She's a cream puff, a working girl.  I think they called her Lily.  Don't know if that's her real name though."

"Where did the number go that was on the door?"  Ray asked, not looking up from his note pad.

"It's been off for awhile…I was going to fix it soon but I forget things."

"Like forgetting who you rented that room to?"  Dicky stepped closer to Freddie.

Freddie stepped back and hit the back of his head on the wall.

"N--nno…I swear…she wasn't supposed to be in there until tomorrow.  She's nobody's girl but his."  As soon as the words left his mouth Freddie's eyes widened.

"Well now F-f-f-rederick.  In our line of work we call what just happened to that ugly mug of yours  a tell."  Dicky smiled a very dangerous smile and leaned in closer to Freddie.

Ray gingerly placed his hand on Dicky's overcoat in very dramatic fashion.  

"Ease up big man, give Freddie here a chance to explain what he meant."  

Freddie instantly turned away from Dicky's glare and looked like he might leap into Ray's arms.  It never ceased to amaze Ray how much "good cop/bad cop" stilled worked and worked well.  He supposed that when cornered all humans look for a friend.  Someone, hell, anyone that might help ease the jam that they find themselves in.  Ray was no stranger to turning to people for help, people that the average Joe might not think of as saviors.  To Ray however, she is always his salvation.