Dean's bodyguards glanced inside the house.

It had a simplistic interior with just a few pieces of furniture which made the house appear extremely empty.

Listening carefully, they heard the faint sounds of a little girl crying.

"Is that Ivy crying?" Dean asked. "Why is she crying?"

"If I captured you and locked you inside a room, you would cry, too," Holly said calmly.

Dean's expression darkened. "Why did you lock her up? Can't you just raise her like you would a normal child?"

"That's funny. When have you become so charitable, Mr. Jennings? Both Elliot and Avery have been searching for her, and this little girl... Well, she is not easy to manage, and she keeps trying to escape. She would have run off if I didn't lock her up."

Dean fell silent when he heard Holly's explanation.

"You guys can go upstairs! She's in a room on the second floor," Holly said as she walked toward the kitchen. "I'm thirsty so I'm going to pour myself a glass of water! You guys want anything to drink?"