Page 131 of Butterfly

“What happens now?” Ollie asked.

“You go home, and we’ll contact you in due course.”

Ollie raised his eyebrow. He couldn’t ‘go home’, not when the home he had been staying in had burned to the ground.

“Ben said you can stay at his place,” Jarvis said, pushing off from the wall.

“Ben?” Ollie frowned.

Jarvis smirked. “Captain.”

“Yeah.” Ollie rubbed his brow. “I know that.”

“You must be tired.”

“I am. But I actually meant, what happens now with Teddy?”

Harrison deflated. “It’s an ongoing investigation.”

“He didn’t do it. He’s been in prison for something he didn’t do for over ten years.”

“We can’t just let him walk out of here.”

“Why not!”

Teddy smashed his fist into the cell door.

“Perhaps we should move this conversation along,” Jarvis said, pointing down the corridor.

“I’ll see you again soon, Teddy,” Ollie said, tapping back. “I promise.”

Harrison led the way. “At this point in time, we have no evidence.”

“He wrote a whole book about what happened,” Jarvis said.

“I know that, but right now, that’s Teddy’s word against…Teddy’s word. He admitted to the crime.”

Ollie shook his head. “But—”

Harrison stopped and turned to face him. “I’m not saying I don’t believe him. But there’s a process. Everything you told us today will help Teddy, but it’s still an investigation, a historical one, and that’ll take time.”

“And meanwhile, he’ll have to wait in Hollybrook?”

“Unfortunately,” Harrison admitted.

Ollie slumped. “Do you have what he wrote here?”

“Yes.”

“Can I read it?”

“Absolutely not,” Harrison said. “It’s evidence.”

He led them back to reception, where Captain waited as far away from Seinfeld as he could get.

“We’ll be in touch,” Harrison said before gesturing for Seinfeld to follow him.

“You good?” Captain asked.

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