Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a small table outside the Cozy Cup Cafe, nursing a cappuccino and staring at her camera. She had recently upgraded to a new lens and was still getting used to the different settings. As she examined the device, a tall figure approached her table. He was dressed in a dark suit and tie, and his rugged features and stern expression made him look out of place in the quaint cafe. "Hi," he said, his deep voice firm but polite. "Mind if I sit down?" Isabella looked up, startled, and shook her head. "Non parlo inglese," she said apologetically. The man's brow furrowed. "I don't speak Italian. My name is Detective Hunter. I'm investigating some strange occurrences in this town." He pulled out a badge and flashed it briefly. Isabella's eyes widened as she stared at the badge, and then her gaze snapped back to Hunter's face. "Le ragazze!" she exclaimed. "Sono sparite?" Hunter's expression turned puzzled. "What did you just say?" Isabella's hands began to shake as she repeated herself, her voice rising. "Le ragazze! Sono sparite! Non lo sapevo!" Hunter pulled out a notebook and pen. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you please write it down?" Isabella's face fell as she realized the language barrier between them. She rummaged through her bag for a piece of paper and scribbled down a few sentences in Italian. As she handed the paper to Hunter, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered, speaking rapidly into the phone in Italian. Hunter watched her, his brow furrowed in concentration. He didn't understand what she was saying, but her frantic tone spoke volumes. Suddenly, a phrase caught his attention. "Camera?" he repeated. Isabella nodded, still speaking into the phone. She hung up and turned to him, her eyes wide with fear. "Le telecamere," she said. "Vedevo le ragazze. Le telecamere." Just then, Hunter's phone rang. He pulled it out and answered, listening intently. His face darkened as he spoke into the phone. Finally, he hung up and stood, pocketing his phone. "I'm afraid I have to go," he said to Isabella. Isabella nodded, her eyes downcast. "Grazie," she