"Freddy." Larry figures this must be the real deal in the delivery. Johnny, Paul, Stan...that kind of shit is made up. Freddy not so much. It's different than Fred.Short for Fredrick right? Though forever more he looks like a Freddy. He nods thinking it over, processing.

And he smiles, laying back against the pillows. "I was right about you." Not. A. Cop. If Joe weren't dead or wherever he is, this would be Larry's proof to hold up. Turning him over to the authorities now would be as easy as tying your shoes at this point. "We should stick together until we get things figured out."