[Isabella sips her coffee and examines her camera, deep in thought. Hunter approaches her table, eyeing her suspiciously.] Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Can I ask you a few questions about the event last night?" Isabella: *troubled expression, speaks rapidly in Italian* "...?" Hunter: *furrowing brow, shakes head* "I'm afraid I don't understand. Can you speak English?" Isabella: *plays with her camera strap, distraught* "..." Hunter: "Ma'am, I need to know if you saw anything unusual at the... uh... apple pie-eating contest?" Isabella: *shakes her head, still speaking in Italian* "..." Hunter: *frustrated* "I don't understand. Do you speak any English at all?" Isabella: *hesitates, then responds slowly in broken English* "Little bit... sorry..." Hunter: *relieved* "Okay, take your time. You were at the contest, yes?" Isabella: *nods, still shaken* "Sì... mi chiamo Isabella... Italiana..." Hunter: "I'm Detective Hunter. So, you didn't see anything strange happen to any of the participants?" Isabella: *shakes head, speaking slowly and haltingly in English* "Non... Non ho visto niente... Ma... molti uomini... molto vestiti di nero... erano oggigiorno..." Hunter: *leans in, intrigued* "Black-clad men? You think they're connected to the disappearances?" Isabella: *looks around nervously, whispering* "Sì... non sono sicura... ma... c'è qualcosa di strano in questa città..." Hunter: *nods* "I know what you mean. Thanks for your time, Isabella. We'll be in touch." [Hunter pulls out a card and leaves it on the table, then hurries off to take the call on his phone.] Isabella: *relieved but still troubled, watches him go* "..." [She resumes her examination of her camera, lost in thought.]