Here is the scene: Melanie sat at a small table in the cozy cafe, her eyes fixed on her camera as she stared at the photos she had taken of the Minnesota landscape. The soft murmur of conversation and the hiss of the espresso machine filled the air. She was clearly deep in thought. Hunter approached her table, his uniform and badge a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of the cafe. "Excuse me, is everything okay?" he asked, noticing her concern etched on her face. Melanie turned to him, a tremble in her voice, speaking in German, "Es ist ... es ist... Aber ich kann nicht glauben es. Die Fotos zeigen... ich habe den Körper gefunden." Hunter eyed her warily, his expression confused. "Ma'am, I'm Detective Hunter. Can you talk English?" Melanie's eyes darted around the cafe before she finally replied in halting English, "I... take pictures... find something... body... in water. It's not here... it's outside... near... apple festival." Hunter's expression turned serious. "I see. Can you show me where you took these pictures?" Melanie hesitated, then held up her camera, "Hier. I was taking... landscape... and... something was there. I didn't know what to do." Hunter's phone buzzed, shrill and insistent. "Sorry, ma'am, I have to take this call." He answered, his voice low and serious. "Hunter." As he listened, his eyes never left Melanie's face, his expression growing darker. A few moments later, he ended the call and turned back to her. "Ma'am, I think we need to talk some more. Can you come down to the station with me?" Melanie's eyes filled with worry, "Ja, ich... follow you." Hunter nodded and gestured for Melanie to gather her things, as if they had just left the cafe, not minutes ago.