Run: 2025-11-18-01KACP796085MSMKSMT9K6NTKF

Selvi: "..." Hunter: "Ma'am? Excuse me. Detective Hunter, Alborn Police. Mind if I join you?" Selvi: (Looks up, startled by his sudden appearance. She offers a hesitant, questioning smile, clutching her camera.) Hunter: "I was told you were taking photographs down by Miller's Creek yesterday evening. Around the time Mr. Abernathy went missing. Did you happen to see anything?" Selvi: (Her smile vanishes. Her eyes widen in fear and recognition. She shakes her head quickly, but her expression is terrified. She begins speaking in a rushed, trembling voice.) "हाँ... हाँ, मैं वहाँ थी। तस्वीरें ले रही थी। मैंने... मैंने कुछ देखा। एक आदमी... वो पेड़ों के पीछे छिपा हुआ था। मुझे बहुत डर लगा, मैं तुरंत वहाँ से चली आई।" Hunter: "Right. Okay. I… I'm sorry, I don't understand a word you're saying." Selvi: (She looks crestfallen, realizing he doesn't understand. She gestures emphatically towards the window, in the direction of the creek.) "आदमी! वहाँ! अंधेरे में!" Hunter: "A man? You saw a man?" (He pauses, trying a different approach. He points gently towards her camera.) "Your camera. Photos. Pictures. From yesterday. May I?" Selvi: (Her expression clears with understanding. She nods cautiously, her fingers fumbling slightly as she turns on the camera and scrolls through the images on the small screen. She stops on a beautiful landscape shot of the sun setting over the water. She hands it to him.) Hunter: "It's a beautiful shot. You've got a good eye." (He studies the image, his professional gaze scanning every detail. He zooms in on a dark patch of trees at the edge of the frame.) "Hold on a second... what is that?" Selvi: (She leans in, pointing a trembling finger at the blurry, barely-there figure half-hidden in the shadows of the photograph.) "वही! मैंने उसे देखा! वो बस खड़ा देख रहा था। बहुत... बहुत अजीब था। उसकी वजह से मैं बेचैन हो गई।" Hunter: "You saw him." (It's a statement, not a question. He looks from the photo to her shaken face, the meaning clear despite the language barrier. His phone suddenly buzzes, breaking the tension. He answers it, his tone shifting.) "Hunter... Yeah, I'm at the diner... They found what? Where? Understood. I'm on my way." Selvi: (She watches him, her anxiety growing as she listens to his clipped, urgent tone.) Hunter: (He ends the call and hands the camera back to her carefully. He pulls a business card from his wallet and places it on the table.) "I have to go. Stay here. Please. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back. I’ll find someone who can… translate." (He gives her a firm nod before turning and leaving the cafe in a hurry.)