Melanie: (Sitting at a small cafe table, she stares down at the digital screen on her camera, her thumb hovering over the review button. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and distress.) Hunter: (Approaches the table, his expression serious but not aggressive. He clears his throat.) Excuse me, ma'am. I'm Detective Hunter. Alborn Police. Mind if I have a word? Melanie: (She looks up, startled. Her eyes are wide and a little fearful.) Ich... ich verstehe nicht... Was wollen Sie? *(Translation: I... I don't understand... What do you want?)* Hunter: (He pulls out a small notepad.) Right. I'm investigating the situation down by the old mill. The disappearance. We're questioning everyone who was in the area for the apple festival. You were seen taking pictures. Did you see anything unusual? Melanie: (Her face pales. She shakes her head, her words coming out in a rushed, panicked stream.) Nein, nein, ich wollte nichts damit zu tun haben... Es war schrecklich. Der Mann im Wald... er hat... er hat ihn einfach gezerrt! *(Translation: No, no, I didn't want to have anything to do with it... It was terrible. The man in the woods... he... he just dragged him away!)* Hunter: (He looks completely lost, his brow furrowing in confusion.) Ma'am, I... I don't understand what you're saying. Do you speak English? Any English at all? Melanie: (Tears well in her eyes. She looks from her camera to the detective, pointing a trembling finger at the device.) Das Foto! Alles ist auf dem Foto! Ich habe es gesehen, durch den Sucher. Er hat ihn gewaltsam in den Wagen geschoben! *(Translation: The photo! Everything is on the photo! I saw it, through the viewfinder. He forcefully pushed him into the car!)* Hunter: (He follows her finger to the camera. His detective instincts sharpen despite the language barrier.) The camera? Okay. The camera. You have a picture? (He mimes taking a photo with his hands.) A picture of something? A man? Melanie: (Nods frantically, her relief at him finally seeming to grasp a word is palpable.) Ja! Ein Mann! Ein Auto! Er war... er war so wütend! Bitte, Sie müssen mir glauben! *(Translation: Yes! A man! A car! He was... he was so angry! Please, you have to believe me!)* Hunter: (He sighs, running a hand over his short-cropped hair. The frustration is evident.) Okay, okay. A man and a car. (He points to her camera again.) Can I... can I see? The photo? Melanie: (She hesitates, clutching the camera to her chest as if it's a shield. The terror of the memory returns.) Es war furchtbar... Das Geräusch... Ich traue mich nicht. *(Translation: It was horrible... The sound... I don't dare.)* Hunter: (His phone buzzes insistently in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen with clear annoyance.) Hold on. (He answers the call.) Hunter. ... What? Where? ... I'm on my way. (He ends the call and looks back at Melanie, who is watching him with wide, uncertain eyes.) Hunter: (He gestures between himself and the door, a look of apology on his face.) I have to go. Police business. But... (He pulls a business card from his jacket and places it on the table next to her coffee cup.) ...this is my number. Okay? My name. Find me. Or have someone find me. We need to talk about that camera. Melanie: (She looks down at the card, then back up at him, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek.) Warten Sie... *(Translation: Wait...)* Hunter: (He gives a short, firm nod, already backing away towards the cafe door.) I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.