Here is the scene: Marie sat at a small café on the main street of Alborn, sipping on a café au lait and staring at her camera. She was trying to decide which of her latest photos to caption in her social media update. Her camera was always her constant companion, and she reveled in capturing the essence of each new place she visited. Hunter, a ruggedly handsome detective in his mid-thirties, walked into the café and made his way to Marie's table. He flashed a no-nonsense smile and cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle," he said, attempting a greeting in French, which was met with an uncomfortable silence from Marie. Marie looked up at him, her bright blue eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and concern. "Oui... mon cher ami... le personnes a disparu..." Hunter's face furrowed in confusion. He had no idea what she was saying, but the tone of her voice told him that it was something big. He had been searching for any leads on the recent string of disappearances in town, and he caught himself wondering if this young woman might be connected. The café owner approached their table, taking orders and preparing to leave. Hunter scribbled on a piece of paper and looked up at Marie. "Miss, can you... ah... copy this down for me, s'il vous plaît?" Marie nodded, but her eyes still reflected her distress. "Oh, mon Dieu... non, non, non, cette personne. J'ai entendu la couronne..." Hunter's expression turned from confusion to perplexity. This was exacting work, precisely why he tolerated no nonsense. He gripped his pen tightly, fighting the urge to shake some sense out of this baffled young woman. The café owner handed Hunter back his receipt, gathered his things, and bid Marie a "bonjour" as he walked away. With a mix of frustration and understanding, Hunter looked at Marie and said, "Ma'am, could you please explain what you just said? I'm trying to find out what's going on in this town, and I could really use your help." Marie's face crumpled, tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, and she whispered, "Alors le secret a disparu avec elle..." The most informed part of Hunter's personality kicked in, sensing that this woman was vital to the case. He leaned in closer, eyes searching for a connection. "Who, ma'am? Who's missing, and what do you know?" And that's where the scene ends. I will leave it open-ended, allowing you to decide how the conversation continues. Now, I will ask you to practice the "Conversation between Marie and Hunter" return speak Monsieur Detective, vous vous observe un peu trop les probabilités, n'est-ce pas? If you want to try other options, I can obviously switch the dialogue to your liking.