Here is the scene: Melanie sat at a small café, sipping a latte and staring intently at her camera. She had just taken some photos of the charming town square, but was now occupied with examining the images on her camera's screen. The sound of footsteps approached, and Melanie looked up to see a tall, rugged man standing before her. He was dressed in a simple button-down shirt and jeans, with a badge clipped to his belt that read "Detective J. Hunter." "Hi there," he said, his deep voice firm but not unfriendly. "I'm Detective Hunter, with the Alborn Police Department." Melanie looked up at him, startled, and hesitated before responding. "Hallo," she said, her German accent thick. Hunter's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you speak English?" Melanie shook her head, feeling a flash of panic. She had been warned about this before coming to the States – that hardly anyone spoke German – but she had hoped it wouldn't be an issue. "Nein," she said, slowly and clearly. Hunter sighed and rubbed his temples. "Okay, well, I need to ask you some questions. Can you tell me anything about last night's festival?" Melanie's eyes widened, and she gasped, "Ach, die Festival! Ja, ich war dort!" She began speaking rapidly in German, her words tumbling out in a rush as she tried to convey her horror and dismay. Hunter's face creased in confusion. "Wait, what? I don't understand you," he said, shaking his head. Melanie took a deep breath and tried again, speaking slowly and deliberately. "Ich... sah... einen Mann... verschwinden," she said, pronouncing each word carefully. Hunter looked at her, his expression unchanging. "What?" Melanie tried again, this time using hand gestures to emphasize her words. "Einen Mann... ging... hierhin... und dann... verschwand!" Hunter raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're saying," he said, frustration creeping into his voice. Just then, his phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. He glanced at the screen and stood up. "I have to go," he said to Melanie. "I'll come back later and bring a translator, okay?" Melanie nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Ja, okay," she said, though she wasn't sure the detective understood her. Here is