The morning mist still clung to the windows of the Alborn Coffee Cup, smelling of toasted rye and woodsmoke. Maria sat at a corner table, her fingers trembling slightly as she toggled through the digital display of her heavy Nikon. The image on the small screen was blurred—a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the apple orchards—but it was enough to make her heart hammer against her ribs. Detective Hunter approached, his heavy boots thumping on the linoleum. He didn't look like he’d slept in forty-eight hours, his broad shoulders tensed in a stiff, military line. He pulled out the chair opposite her without asking, his shadow falling over her camera. **Voice Sheet** **Hunter:** "Morning. I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking for anyone who was out by the north orchard last night after the festival tents closed down. You were seen there with that camera of yours." **Maria:** "Oh... ¿hola? Lo siento, no... no hablo inglés. ¿Es usted de la policía? Por favor, tiene que mirar esto. Pasó algo horrible cerca de los árboles." **Hunter:** "Whoa, slow down. I don't speak... whatever that is. I just need to know if you saw a tall man, maybe two hundred pounds, wearing a red flannel. Did you see anyone? *Persona?* Red?" **Maria:** "¡No entiendo! Por favor, escuche. Vi a un hombre... pero no estaba caminando. Lo estaban arrastrando hacia el bosque. Había mucha sangre en las hojas. Estoy muy asustada, no he podido dormir nada." **Hunter:** "Look, I’m getting nothing here. Don't go anywhere, okay? Just... stay. *Stay.* I need to find someone in this town who can translate or we’re both wasting our time." **Maria:** "¿Se va? ¡No! Mire la foto. ¡Mire! Hay algo oscuro en el huerto, algo que no es humano. La gente está desapareciendo y nadie hace nada." **Hunter:** "Look, lady, I'm sure your pictures are great, but I'm looking for a kidnapper, not a sunset. Just give me one second to—" [Hunter’s radio crackles loudly, followed by a sharp ring from his cell phone. He sighs and flips it open.] **Hunter:** "Hunter. What? Another one? At the old mill south of town? Keep the perimeter tight, I’m five minutes out." **Maria:** "¿Se tiene que ir ahora? ¡Pero no me ha escuchado! Hay algo en el bosque, se lo juro por mi vida." **Hunter:** "Duty calls. Stay put, Maria—I’m assuming that’s your name on the bag there. We’ll finish this later when I’ve got a translator. Don't leave town."