Here is the scene: Marie sat at the small café, sipping on a cup of coffee and scrolling through the images on her camera. She had captured some beautiful shots of the apple orchards on the outskirts of town, and she was particularly proud of the way the morning light had filtered through the trees. Just as she was about to delete a blurry photo, a tall man with a rugged jawline and piercing blue eyes approached her. His clothes were neatly pressed, and his badge flashed in the morning light. "Good morning," he said, his deep voice firm but not unfriendly. Marie looked up, startled. She didn't understand a word he had just said, but she smiled and replied in French, "Bonjour." The man's expression blanked, and he tried again. "Ma'am, can I ask you a few questions?" Marie's brow furrowed. She didn't have a clue what he was saying. She shook her head, feeling a pang of frustration. "Je suis désolée, je ne parle pas anglais." The man's eyes narrowed. He clearly didn't understand her either. Just then, a waitress came over to their table. "Can I get you something else, hon?" she asked the man. "Wait," he said, holding up his hand. "Do you speak French?" The waitress nodded. "Yeah, I took it in high school. What do you need to ask her?" The man hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ask her if she saw anything unusual last night during the festival." The waitress turned to Marie and translated the question. Marie's eyes widened in shock, and she began to speak rapidly in French. The waitress listened intently, nodding along. "What did she say?" the man asked when Marie finished speaking. The waitress's face had gone pale. "She said she saw Emily Wilson arguing with a man near the Ferris wheel around midnight. She didn't know who the man was, but she recognized Emily from the posters around town." The man's eyes locked onto Marie's. "Did she see where they went after they argued?" Marie shook her head, answering in French. The waitress translated again. "She said they went off in different directions. She didn't see Emily again after that." The man nodded, his jaw clenched. He reached for his phone, which was buzzing on the table. "Excuse me," he said, standing up. "De rien," Marie said automatically, not realizing