The morning mist still clung to the windows of the Alborn Coffee Cup as Maria sat in the corner booth, her thumb nervously flicking the scroll wheel of her Nikon. On the small digital screen, the images of the abandoned orchard at dusk looked more like a crime scene than a landscape study. Hunter pulled out the chair opposite her, the legs scraping loudly against the linoleum. He didn't smile; his eyes, sharp and weary, went straight to the camera in her shaking hands. Maria: "¡Ay, Dios mío! ¿Qué quiere? Me asustó." Hunter: "Easy there. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into what happened down by the creek last night. You were out there taking pictures, weren't you?" Maria: "No... no entiendo. ¿Es usted de la policía? Mire, vi algo... algo horrible entre los manzanos. Había una sombra, y luego el hombre simplemente... desapareció." Hunter: "Slow down. I don't speak... whatever that is. Was it the apple festival grounds? Did you see someone near the old cellar?" Maria: "¡Por favor, escúcheme! No fue un accidente. La cámara... creo que capturé algo que no debí ver. Tengo mucho miedo de volver a mi habitación." Hunter: "Look, I need facts, not a melody. Did you see a tall man in a flannel jacket? Just nod if you saw him." Maria: "¡No es un juego! Hay alguien desaparecido, ¿verdad? El hombre de la fotografía... sus ojos estaban llenos de terror antes de que se lo llevaran." Hunter: "This is useless. I can't understand a damn word you're saying, and you look like you've seen a ghost. Just stay here, alright? Don't move." Maria: "¡No me deje sola aquí! Por favor, examine las fotos. Están todas aquí, en la tarjeta de memoria. ¡El secreto está en las sombras!" Hunter: "Wait—hold that thought." [Hunter’s radio crackles loudly, followed by a frantic burst of static. He unclips his phone from his belt, checking the ID.] Hunter: "Yeah, Hunter here. What? Another one? At the north ridge? Keep the perimeter tight, I’m three minutes out." Maria: "¿Se va? Pero... ¡la evidencia! ¡Tiene que ver lo que pasó en el bosque!" Hunter: "Stay put, Maria. I have to go. We'll find a translator and finish this later. Just... keep your head down." Maria: "¡Vuelva! ¡No entiende que estamos todos en peligro!"