The Transfer

2 am

It was bedtime. Prentiss feels accomplished after cooking and cleaning up the dishes. Well, that's if you call microwaving some ready-made food and putting the dishes into the dishwasher. But still, it's better than having maids fussing around all day while living with Doyle.

She got ready for bed and climbed in her bed, silently praying that the nightmare wouldn't be back. Sometimes she can't even remember what she dreamed of when she woke up abruptly.

She was walking down the streets with Declan, together with 4 bodyguards hiding somewhere. She bought an ice cream for Declan, and while they were chatting and walking home, suddenly, both of them were hooded and were dragged into a vehicle, presumably a van. She was injected with some liquid and felt sleepy. She slept.

When she woke up, it's Ian Doyle, but this time they were in a meeting room. Prentiss is the only one in the room with him. He smiled with teeth full of blood.

Prentiss looked down. She was shocked. Declan was bleeding out and had teeth marks all over. She was going to bend down to pick up Declan, but when she touched Declan, a force hit her, and she blacked out.

When she came to consciousness, she was in a dark room which looked like a basement. There was an empty box close to her. She tried to get up but realized that there is a knife stuck in her right wrist attached to the ground. She was bleeding, and there were teeth marks all over her hands.

It's 2 am, and Prentiss is suddenly awake. Feeling groggy, she opened her eyes, and only a few seconds later, she realized that her neighbor's car's alarm went off. She was immediately awake and alert.

She took her gun that was under her pillow and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and saw two figures leaning on her neighbor's car. Her first thought was that the figures were trying to steal the car. But on a closer look, she saw that one of the figures was her neighbor, Mr Loui, having sex with a girl, leaning on the car.

'Must be rough sex. Huh, kinky. Horny adults.'

She looked away and decided there was no threat. She walked back into her bedroom, trying to get some sleep. She tossed and turned, but she just couldn't sleep. The nightmare is still fresh in her memory.

She then gets up and opens her laptop. She knows where Declan is, and she plans to live near him. This is the only way she can know the boy is safe. This is one of the times she is grateful that her name is Prentiss because she can easily get any house she wants.

She checked in with Clyde who affirmed that Ian Doyle is safely locked up in prison. Then, she sets up an untraceable IP address and scrolls through houses in Reston, Virginia.

She was getting bored because none seemed interesting, but suddenly, she saw this big house in a cul-de-sac that she can't take her eyes off. She picked up her phone and called her contact in Interpol who owed her a favor.

"Triston."

"Hey, Clay! Emily here. Can I ask for a favor?"

"Hi, Emily. Always straight to the point, I see. What can I possibly do for you?"

"Can you help me to look up this house in Reston, Virginia? I've forwarded the address to your phone."

"Sure. What am I looking for?"

"Background of the owner, background of whoever lives in this house, security, and everything as usual."

"Sure. Give me a minute."

"Ohh Clay... See if there is any school or universities nearby too."

"Okay... background, school, security, transport... got it. Ohh Ohh..."

"What?"

"Emily, I can't believe you are in luck! This house is owned by our Interpol agent who runs the London office, Agent Marianne. She has left the house empty for years, and it looks like no one can afford the rent. There's a maid who comes to clean weekly, so I can assure you that the house is clean. As for security, it's a friendly neighborhood lived by mostly families with kids. It's a cul-de-sac so there won't be any cars passing by without you noticing. There are also 3 kindergartens, 4 elementary schools, 4 high schools and a boarding school in Stafford County."

"Great, thanks, Clay."

"You're welcome, Emily. And before you ask, I've sent you Agent Marianne's contact. Good luck."

"Always so efficient. Thanks again, Clay."

Prentiss cut off the call and quickly picked up her phone to call Agent Marianne.