Selvi: "(Muttering to herself in Hindi, scrolling through photos) ...नहीं, यह सही नहीं है। वो चेहरा..." (...No, this isn't right. That face...) Hunter: "Excuse me, miss? Selvi? I'm Detective Hunter. I was told you were taking photos down by Miller's Creek yesterday." Selvi: "(Looks up, startled by his voice and serious expression. Shakes her head, confused) आप कौन हैं? मुझे समझ नहीं आ रहा।" (Who are you? I don't understand.) Hunter: "I just need to ask you a few questions about what you might have seen. About Mrs. Gable. The woman who runs the bookstore." Selvi: "(Her eyes widen in fear at his intense tone. She shrinks back slightly) क्या? कृपया, मुझे नहीं पता आप क्या कह रहे हैं। मुझे डर लग रहा है।" (What? Please, I don't know what you're saying. I'm scared.) Hunter: "Look, I know this is difficult. (He sighs, realizing the language barrier) English? Do you speak any English?" Selvi: "(Shakes her head, clutching her camera tighter) नहीं... नहीं।" (No... no.) Hunter: "Right. Okay. (He takes a steadying breath, shifting tactics. He pulls out a photo of an elderly woman with kind eyes) Mrs. Gable. Did you see her? Yesterday?" (He points to the photo, then points outside in the general direction of the creek, and then points a thumb over his shoulder to signify 'yesterday'.) Selvi: "(Her breath hitches. She stares at the photo, then back at Hunter, her face pale. She nods slowly, her hand trembling as she points to the photo) हाँ... हाँ, मैंने उन्हें देखा था!" (Yes... yes, I saw her!) Hunter: "You did? Where? Can you show me?" (He keeps his voice calm and slow, using simple gestures.) Selvi: "(She shakes her head frantically, her words tumbling out in a rush of panicked Hindi) वो अकेली नहीं थीं! वो किसी से झगड़ा कर रही थीं! एक आदमी... बहुत गुस्से में था!" (She wasn't alone! She was arguing with someone! A man... he was very angry!) (She makes a frustrated, angry gesture with her hands, mimicking two people arguing). Hunter: "Arguing? (He mimics her gesture, a question in his eyes) She was fighting with someone?" Selvi: "(Nods vigorously, relief washing over her that he understood the gesture. She quickly turns her camera on and scrolls to a photo. It's a beautiful shot of the creek, the late afternoon sun hitting the water. But in the background, slightly out of focus, are two figures). देखिये! वो खुश नहीं थीं।" (Look! She was not happy.) Hunter: "(Leans in close to the small screen, squinting. He can just make out Mrs. Gable and the blurry shape of a man. His expression hardens.) Okay. I need this picture. Can I... copy? Get the picture?" (He mimes typing on a computer and then points from her camera to his phone). Selvi: "(She looks from her camera to his phone, understanding what he wants but unsure how to do it. She looks troubled, as if the photo holds a terrible secret) मुझे नहीं पता... यह..." (I don't know... this...) Hunter: "(His phone suddenly buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his jaw tightening. He answers it.) Hunter... Yeah... Five minutes. (He hangs up and looks back at Selvi, his frustration warring with a newfound urgency). Look, I have to go. Don't... don't go anywhere. I'll be back. With someone who can... translate. Okay? Please. Just stay here." Selvi: "(She watches him, understanding only his urgent tone and the word 'please'. She gives a small, uncertain nod as he turns and strides out of the cafe, leaving her alone with her camera and the haunting image on the screen)."