Chapter Two:

He entered the room holding a glass of water. Samantha had her head on the table as she fiddled with the end of her sleeves which were soggy from her tears. She felt ill from the heat as the mid day sun beat down on Miami like it was in an oven. She remembered Scotland well. Rain, sheep and hills. That was it! She desperately wanted to go back home but here, here she was safe! There were people here who would protect her. Horatio placed the glass on the table and sat back down as Samantha collected her thoughts and began to get ready to tell the rest of her story.

"So you were on a boat."

"Yeah…a smelly one at that." Samantha started. "It smelt real bad"

"What else apart from it smelling bad?"

"It was cold and damp and….and…dark. I don't like the dark."

"Why do you not like the dark?" he asked. His instinct told him to be careful and not press to far…His heart sank here in the room was a fifteen year old girl…taken away from her home and forced out on to the streets by sick perverts, abused, beaten. He was emotionally distraught at this case, no kid should go though anything like this. Samantha never answer his question. "Samantha why do you not like the dark?"

"My brother used to lock me in the kitchen cupboard while him and his friends got stoned out there cunt in the house."

He watched Samantha closely, she was small, too small, her face pail form months of being kept in doors deprived of sunlight. Her messy short black hair was in her face covering her dull green eyes. She held her arms around her body, hugging herself. She was underweight for her height and age, the was apparent and withdrawn. He made a mental note to call down the physiatrist after they were finished.

"Do you remember what date it was you were taken?"

"It was November the tenth."

"How do you know that."

"The night before my sister and I went to the Taste Of Chaos tour."

"Who are Taste Of Chaos?" Horatio asked thinking it was a band.

"It's a bunch of Emo bands that were touring together." she explained.

"So it was a tour and not a band?"

"Yeah" Samantha said smiling.

"Do you know what today's date is?" Horatio asked

"No…" Samantha said trailing off…she had no idea.

"Its February the 18th." He stated. "Five months you've been held captive for." Samantha sat there shocked.

"Five months…I've missed my mums birthday." Samantha said with another wave of tears flowing down her cheeks. Horatio sighed sadly…this was going to be tough.

"Some ones stolen five months of your life Samantha. You need to tell me everything and not leave anything out this time. Now tell me who it was who abducted you."

"I don't know." Samantha said quietly.

"Yes you do." Horatio said calm but firmly…reminding himself to tread softly or she wouldn't talk at all. He could tell she was hiding something.

"I don't know who it was!" Samantha cried distressed, as tears flowed down her cheek, obviously scared.

"Samantha we can't catch them unless you tell us who it was."

"I don't know who it was!"

"Your lying to me Samantha."

"I cant tell you." Samantha answered quietly. Bulls eye, result!

"So you do know."

"They'll kill me…" she chocked out as her breath hitched.

"They can't get you here Samantha. You're here with us your safe. No ones going to hurt you anymore. I will make sure about it." Horatio said encouraging her to tell him. To be honest they had nothing to go on with this case. She was found unconscious during a drugs raid on the house when they found what was going on. Three bodies of teenage girls found in the house along side, each abused beyond life. "Samantha you're the only one who can stop all this,"

"My brothers friend." Samantha snapped.

Horatio froze for a second in shock.

"Your brothers friend?"

"Yeah…"

"My mum chucked my brother out the house a year before that after she caught him down the lift shooting up smack, Me and Ria though he should go in to rehab and we should help him but mum was having none of it he had lifted three grand out her bank and told her the flat has been broken in to and her card nicked…total lies of course."

"So what was your brother mates name?"

"Peter Wendiz"

Horatio said nothing…he'd heard the name before.