Isabella: *Isabella sits at a small table in a quaint cafe in Alborn, MN. She gazes absorbedly at her camera, tenderly plying the lenses. She wears a curious mixture of bright red lipstick and face paint: a Warholian collision of art and antique.* *Hunter speaks up.*: “Excuse me, are you Italian?” Isabella: *She jumps, startled by the booming voice behind her. She turns to the man regards him quizzically before replying in her native tongue.* “Sì, sono italiana,” *she replies.* Hunter: *He takes a step forward, scrutinising her face. Her hands are shaky as she places the camera back in her bag. He approaches Isabella and speaks to her in fluent English.* “I’m investigating a murder in town. Do you remember seeing a town hall event near the park on Saturday?” Isabella: *Isabella nods, and runs her hands through her hair as she attempts to compose herself. She smiles briefly, before diving into a torrent of Italian.* Hunter: *His wide eyes bulge as she continues, shifting between words and concepts. It becomes clear she is attempting to describe something in vivid detail and he bluntly interrupts.* “Prego...” *He remorsefully indicates that he needs her to start from the beginning.* Isabella: *she stretches the microphone cord on her camera as she speaks, the cord effects mirroring the speed of her words.* “Saturday...yesterday...parco vicino a biblioteca,” *she points at the park opposite the cafe.* Hunter: *He nods silently in reply.* Isabella: *Biting her lip, she continues.* “C’era...la pubblicazione di un romanzo di un famoso scrittore. Si chiama... -” *She casts her gaze down, casting around for a name.* Hunter: *He sees the detail she’s trying to explain. “The book release from the author?” He checks.* Isabella: “Si, *” she confirms and looks up at him. “Gerald Blanche. Tutti conosce.” Hunter : *He makes a note of the name in his notepad.* Isabella waits for a response and trails off into the silence. Hunter: *To her mounting confusion he ignores her, checks his phone and deftly rises from the table.* “Anyway, thank you for your time.” *he says as he departed the cafe.* Isabella: *He disappears into the town without another word, leaving Isabella perplexed. She shakes her head, gathers her things, and gets out of her chair to leave the cafe.*