**Scene:** A small, cozy cafe in Alborn. The air smells of coffee and cinnamon. Maria sits alone at a small table near the window, her camera on the table in front of her. She stares at the digital screen, her expression troubled. Hunter enters, scans the room, and approaches her table. *** **(VOICE SHEET)** **Hunter:** (Clears his throat, his tone professional but a little weary) Excuse me, ma’am. My name is Detective Hunter. I’m with the Alborn Police Department. Mind if I have a word? **Maria:** (Looks up, startled. She flinches slightly and pulls her camera closer to her chest, as if it’s a shield.) …Lo siento? **Hunter:** (Takes out a small notepad) I’m investigating a situation. A man, Mr. Henderson, went missing yesterday evening from the town square. We’re asking anyone who was in the area if they saw anything unusual. You were out taking pictures, weren’t you? I saw you near the fountain. **Maria:** (Her eyes widen in fear. She shakes her head, speaking in a rushed, trembling stream of Spanish.) No, no, no… No entiendo. ¿Quién? ¿Qué pasa? Por favor, no me haga daño. Yo solo tomaba fotografías. **Hunter:** (Frowns, his brow furrowed in confusion. He speaks slower, louder, as if volume is the issue.) Ma’am, I don’t understand what you’re saying. English? Do you speak English? It’s about the man who disappeared. The festival organizer. **Maria:** (Looks at him, panicked, tears welling in her eyes. She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the window, towards the town square.) Vi… vi algo. Una sombra. Rápida. Detrás de la carpa de los premios. Y luego… y luego no había nadie. Estaba oscuro. Tenía miedo. **Hunter:** (Sighs, running a hand through his short hair in frustration. He can see she’s genuinely scared, but her words are just noise to him. He points to his notepad, then to her.) Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me. Just… calm down. I’m not a threat. Were you taking pictures? **Maria:** (Nods hesitantly, still clutching the camera. Her breath is coming in short gasps.) Sí, fotos. Siempre fotos. Es lo que hago. La gente sonriendo… los niños… no… no esto. Nunca esto. **Hunter:** (He softens his tone slightly, seeing her genuine distress. He points at her camera again, then makes a clicking motion with his thumb.) Photos. Can I… can I see the photos? Maybe they can help. **Maria:** (Shakes her head vigorously, pulling the camera even closer. Her voice is a desperate whisper.) No. No puedo. Es… es aterrador. ¿Qué pasa si él me vio? **Hunter:** (His phone buzzes insistently in his pocket. He glances at the caller ID and curses under his breath. He looks back at Maria, torn.) Damn it. (He answers the phone, turning away slightly.) Hunter here…. Yeah?… Are you serious?… Okay, I’m on my way. (He hangs up and shoves the phone back in his pocket. He looks at Maria with a deep sigh of frustration.) **Hunter:** I have to go. But this isn’t over. Don’t leave town, you hear me? We’ll… we’ll figure this out. (He hesitates, then points at her camera one last time.) The photos. I’ll need to see those photos. **Maria:** (Watches him leave, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. She looks down at her camera, her hands trembling as she whispers to herself.) No… no puedo…