Here is the scene: Maria sat at a small café, staring at her camera's screen with a worried expression. Her thumb moved rapidly over the settings, but her eyes seemed clouded, lost in thought. Suddenly, the café door swung open and a rugged-looking man with a stern expression walked in. He approached Maria, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. "Hunter Thompson, Alborn Police Department," he said, flashing a badge. "I'm investigating a missing persons case, and I was told you might have some information. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Maria's eyes flicked up, startled, and she returned to her camera, touching the lens as if seeking comfort. "¿Qué happened?" she asked, her voice shaking. Hunter's face furrowed in confusion. "Pardon?" Maria's grip on her camera tightened, and she repeated the question, her tone higher, more urgent. "¡Qué pasó con Juanito?" Hunter's expression turned skeptical. "I don't understand what you're saying." Maria took a deep breath, trying to think of how to communicate in a language she knew Hunter didn't speak. "He was a friend... from... um... the square. I saw him... with my camera... and... and then... se fue." Her eyes dropped, and she started to mutter under her breath. "Hmm... Let me get this straight," Hunter said, pulling out a notebook and scribbling some notes. "You're saying there's a person missing, and you have some information about where he was last seen?" Maria spoke again, her voice forced, trying to convey the worry and fear she felt. "Sí. Yeah. ¡Estoy preocupada!" Hunter's expression remained inscrutable. "We'll talk about this later. I need to ask some more questions." He snapped his notebook shut and stood up, just as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered. "Thompson." Maria watched as Hunter stepped outside, his back turned to her, listening to whomever was on the other end of the line. When he turned back, his face was serious, and he gestured curtly. "I have to go. We'll continue this conversation later." Maria nodded, still trying to process the conversation and the worry that still ate at her. As Hunter left, she turned back to her camera, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and then set to work, editing her photos and trying to forget the unsettling encounter with the detective.