Melanie sat at the corner table of the Apple Blossom Café, her Nikon resting on the red-and-white checkered tablecloth as she scrolled through thumbnails of misty orchards and dawn-lit barns. The air smelled of cinnamon and fresh coffee, a comforting contrast to the gray autumn drizzle tapping against the window. She was studying a particularly sharp image of the old mill when a shadow fell across her camera screen. Hunter stood with his badge flipped open, his posture rigid and his expression focused. He cleared his throat—polite, but brisk. "Miss? Detective Hunter, Alborn County. I understand you were photographing near the Old Mill on Tuesday evening?" Melanie looked up, her face draining of color. She clutched the camera to her chest with both hands, knuckles whitening. Her eyes widened with recognition—*the mill*—and she began to speak in a rapid, trembling stream of German, gesturing frantically toward the camera and then toward the window that faced north. Hunter blinked, his pen hovering over his notepad. He heard the urgency in her voice, the panic, but the words themselves were just noise—harsh, musical syllables that meant nothing to him. "Ma'am," he interrupted, keeping his tone level but firm. "Do you speak English? English?" "*Nein, nein,*" she said, shaking her head vigorously. She thrust the camera toward him, jabbing at the preview screen with a shaking finger. "*Hier! Bitte, Sie müssen das sehen! Ein Mann—dunkel—er hat sie beobachtet!*" Hunter stared at the camera, then back at her face, which had gone pale beneath her freckles. He could see fear there, real and raw, but he couldn't extract a single fact from the torrent of foreign syllables. "Slow down," he said, speaking louder as if volume might bridge the gap. "Are you saying you witnessed the disappearance? Did you see the victim?" Melanie’s hands fluttered helplessly. "*Die Frau... sie ist verschwunden, ja? Ich habe ein Foto gemacht, aber es war so dunkel...*" She pointed again at the camera, then made a gesture like a shutter clicking, her eyes pleading. "I need a yes or no," Hunter said, frustration tightening his jaw. He glanced around the café, looking for help, but the lunch crowd was sparse and uninterested. "Do you need a translator? Translator?" "*Verstehen Sie nicht?*" Melanie's voice cracked. She leaned forward, lowering her voice to a whisper as if the walls might hear. "*Es ist gefährlich. Er ist noch hier, irgendwo...*" Hunter’s phone buzzed against his hip—a sharp, insistent tone. He held up one finger to Melanie, then answered. "Hunter," he snapped. He listened for three seconds, his expression darkening. "Yeah. Yellow tape the perimeter. I'm five out." He snapped the phone shut and turned back to Melanie, who looked on the verge of tears, still clutching her camera like a shield. "Ma'am, I have to go," he said, pulling a business card from his jacket and sliding it across the table. It meant nothing to her; she couldn't read the English letters. "If you remember anything—*anything*—have someone call me. Anyone who speaks English." "*Warten Sie!*" Melanie called as he turned to leave. "*Das ist wichtig! Die Bilder... bitte!*" But Hunter was already moving, his boots heavy against the hardwood floor, the bell above the café door jingling sharply as he stepped back into the rain. Melanie looked down at the card, then at her camera, her shoulders slumping. "*Warum versteht er mich nicht...*" *** **Voice Sheet:** Melanie: "*Nein, nein... hier! Bitte, Sie müssen das sehen! Ein Mann—dunkel—er hat sie beobachtet!*" Hunter: "Ma'am, do you speak English? English?" Melanie: "*Die Frau... sie ist verschwunden, ja? Ich habe ein Foto gemacht, aber es war so dunkel...*" Hunter: "Slow down. Are you saying you witnessed the disappearance? Did you see the victim?" Melanie: "*Verstehen Sie nicht?*" [gesturing urgently at the camera] Hunter: "Do you need a translator? Translator?" Melanie: "*Es ist gefährlich. Er ist noch hier, irgendwo...*" Hunter: [phone rings] "Hunter. Yeah. Yellow tape the perimeter. I'm five out." Melanie: "*Warten Sie! Das ist wichtig! Die Bilder... bitte!*" Hunter: "Ma'am, I have to go. If you remember anything—anything—have someone call me. Anyone who speaks English." [places card on table] Melanie: [whispered, defeated] "*Warum versteht er mich nicht...*"