I'll Protect You

Chapter 6

The department was at their wits end. All of Oliver's old friends had alibis, and they were back at square one. No-one seemed to kill the victims, the only solid evidence they had of a presence was the video of the shark person walking up to Oliver's door.

Maybe it was time to ask someone else, someone even closer to Oliver.

That's how Tom found himself in front of the jail with Madeleine at his side. The two officers had grown closer over the course of the investigation, which unfortunately meant that Jerry was completely ignoring Tom except for when he was giving Tom death glares.

The officers passed through security and sat themselves down at the interrogation table. Henry followed in soon, two guards flanking him and Madeleine was momentarily shocked because he looked so much like Oliver, but at the same time he didn't look like him at all. Henry sat down opposite the officers and smirked at them.

"Good morning," he said, looking at the officers as if he was assessing them, "I remember you, lovely lady, were you there when I killed my parents?" Henry asked casually and Madeleine returned his shark smile with one of her own.

"I was in fact, if I remember correctly I carried Oliver to the ambulance," she replied, smirking as Henry's smile got a touch more brittle. She hadn't actually touched Oliver that day but it was good to put Henry in his place. He had been visiting her in her nightmares recently.

"We aren't here to discuss that," Tom said, trying to ease the tension between his almost-but-not-quite-boss and the convicted criminal in front of them.

"Ah, yes, Oliver came in and told me all about the little present he received. I found it quite amusing," Henry said, tilting his head up a bit, and it reminded Tom of a king watching his servants.

"What exactly was amusing about it?" Tom asked, momentarily shocked that Henry couldn't care less about someone killing someone else and then writing out their love for his younger brother. He had thought that Henry would've flew into a rage at the thought of his brother being threatened, but he had called it amusing, amusing.

"Well, Oliver's always been a bit of a prude, so it was quite ironic he received a dick in the mail," Henry replied, smiling wickedly as Tom flushed, his brain having completely glossed over the fact that Oliver hadn't received just any part of the human body, he had received the most embarrassing one.

"We didn't come to talk about the packages in particular, just who you think would commit these crimes," Madeleine asked, not so subtly elbowing Tom under the table as the blush continued to cover his face.

"Well," Henry started, "I'm guessing Oliver already pointed you towards his old friends?" Madeleine and Tom nodded and it seemed to be the only answer Henry needed because he didn't start talking again.

"Do you have any idea who else might be committing these crimes?" Madeleine asked growing impatient.

"I barely see Oliver, he comes by on a whim each and every time. One time because of a breakup, once because he met a new friend, once he came in because there was a particularly nice butterfly he saw. I don't hear much about his life or his friends. I am stuck in prison," Henry said, obviously bored with the conversation.

"What do you mean breakup?" Tom asked, knowing he grasping at straws, and probably playing himself into a trap, but the investigation was currently stuck and any new suspect was something to get excited over.

"Oliver told me he was dating this guy called Scott Harold, and don't look at me like that," Henry snapped when he noticed Tom's confused face, "Oliver doesn't care if he's dating a girl or guy or alien, and neither do I as long as they treat him right," Henry rolled his eyes at the officers, "anyway, they were dating for a while before Oliver broke it off because he felt too trapped in the relationship, and was worried Scott was using him for his money."