Maria: *Maria sat alone at a corner table of the quaint Alborn café, her Spanish-English dictionary tucked into her backpack and her weathered travel camera resting on the table in front of her. She held her trembling hands around a large mug of café con leche, her brow furrowed. The mysterious disappearances in this small Minnesota town were truly unsettling, especially considering she was here all alone.* *Suddenly, a tall man approached her table and took a seat across from her. He wore a long coat and had a no-nonsense look about him. Despite his intimidating demeanor, there was something kind in his eyes.* Hunter: "Excuse me, miss, are you Maria amis? The college student visiting from Spain?" *He spoke slowly and clearly, assuming she did not understand English.* Maria: *Maria's eyes widened in surprise at his words. How did this stranger know her name? She nodded slowly, warily.* Maria: "Sí, soy yo. ¿Quién es usted?" *Her voice wavered slightly, reflecting her nervousness.* *Hunter's eyes narrowed. Damn, he should have known the pretty little brunette was Spanish. He'd been briefed that she was the only person in town clear during the time the young girl vanished last night. With obvious reluctance, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a leather case, flipping it open to reveal a polished metal badge.* Hunter: "Detective Hunter, Alborn Police Department. Señorita, I'm afraid I have some serious questions for you about the recent activities in this town. We think you may have seen something crucial to our investigation last night." *Maria paled at his words, her eyes growing wider. She shook her head vehemently, her long dark hair swishing across her shoulders.* Maria: "Lo siento, mis detectivo... I no understand, I don't speak English. No están렸다 I sayado nothing..." *Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she tugged at the chain of her locket, a nervous habit.* Hunter: "Miss, I'm sorry but you'll have to try a little harder. I know you were seen in town last night. We think..." *His words were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He glanced at the caller ID and his face paled between the same shade. He muttered a curse, quickly rising from his chair.* Hunter: "Lo siento, owing to be placed. I have to..." *In a flurry of profanity, he snatched up the phone and strode out of the café, leaving a confused and terrified Maria alone at the table. The events of the last 24 hours had truly begun to take their toll, and now the handsome detective himself suspected her of being involved. How could this be happening?