The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light.
(FELIX ADLER)

Chapter One: missing

MIAMI -- 9:32pm

"Still missing is Rosabella Caine. She is the daughter of Lieutenaut Horatio Caine. It is said that she has been missing longer than she been reported than. Caine has no comment on his missing daughter. But Calleigh Duquesne said that she is a young, beatiful girl that dosent dervrse this." Horatio turned off the tv and picked up the letter from his daughter.

"hey pap , sto andando a james' la casa ma io di s appoggier prima che ritorniate da lavoro. prometto. ti amo. rosa." her handwritting was beatiful. It was free and thick. That was the last time he heard from Rosa, when she was going to James house. But when he interviewed James, he said he hasnt heard from her in over a week.

Horatio remember when he first meet her, three years ago. She looked just liked him. Her apovtive partnes past away, and Horatio was the only blood realtive alive; so he took her in. She was a good kid, everyone who meet her knew that. She took her time with him, Eric Delko and Ryan Wofle to teach them Italian. That was her first launage she learned, Enligsh was her second.

Horatio put the letter away, after reading it just one more time and than headed to bed. He missed his little girl.

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NEW YORK -- 6:57am

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Mac Taylor parked his car a couple blocks away from work becasue he wanted to walk the rest of the way. Two young girls passed him running, singing along to OUR SONG by Talyor Swift. He walked past a dark alley when he heard a light but long cry. He thought it might just be a cat, but to check it out anyways.

He walked down the infestive alley. "Help! Help! Aiutilo prego!" He heard coming from behind trash bin."Aiutilo prego! Please."

Mac put down his bag and shouted back. "Hold on! Help's coming." He pulled the trash bin back and saw a young girl with blond hair and bright green eyes brusied and battered. "Hi." He said softly, so he would'nt scare her. "What's your name sweetheart."

"Rosabella......Rosabellea." She cried.

"Rosabella, do you know where you are?" He asked the tearful girl.

"Miami?" She guessed.

Mac could tell from the color of her skin, she wasnt from here. She was too tan to be from here. "Ok, sweetheart. Come here. It's ok. I promise I won't you." He smiled to her, showing her, he wasnt lying.

THe young girl got up and fell tripping into his arms. "OK." He pulled out his cellhone. "THis is Dective Mac Taylor and we need a bus asap." He gave them where he was.

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NEW YORK FOUNDLING HOSPTIAL -- 7:05am

If anyone knew this girl was missing it would be Hoartio Caine. Mac pulled out his cellphone to call him, it went straight to voicemail. "Hey Hortaio, it's Mac from NYPD. I found a missing girl today who says she is from Miami. She speaks Italian and her name is Rosabella. Call me back as soon as you get this please. Thanks."