Selvi: (Leans forward slightly, clicking the shutter of her camera. She hasn’t noticed Hunter yet.) Hunter: (Sits down opposite her, placing his badge on the table with a heavy thud.) Excuse me, Miss. Detective Hunter. I know this is awkward, but I have to ask you a question regarding the disappearance of Mr. Abernathy. Did you see anything suspicious on your walk yesterday? Selvi: (Startles, dropping her camera lens cap. She clutches her chest, her eyes going wide with terror. She shakes her head violently and scoots her chair back.) Hunter: (Frowning, leaning in) Ma'am? I don’t speak Hindi. I need to know if you saw a blue sedan or someone acting strange near the water tower. Selvi: (She grabs his wrist with trembling fingers, breathing heavily. Her eyes dart to the window behind him.) ... *(Translation: "Wahan ek aadmi tha... usne bola ki baat poori ho gayi. Wo mere liye aata hai.")* Hunter: (Rubs his face, frustrated) Okay. "Man, said matter finished." Is that what you said? Did someone tell you the matter is finished? Like a warning? Selvi: (Nods frantically, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe sweat from her forehead.) ... *(Translation: "Haan, hai. Woh khatra a gaya. Ghar chali jana chahiye.")* Hunter: "Khatra"? Scare? You’re scared. Of who? Did you see the man who took him? Selvi: (Her breathing hitches. She points a shaking finger toward the back of the café, then covers her mouth with her hand.) ... *(Translation: "Woh aankhein... sirf aankhein dikhayi dene lagi. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha. Woh mujhe dhoond raha hai.")* Hunter: (Glances behind him at the empty kitchen exit) You mean right there? Miss, you’re scaring me. I’m doing my job here, but I need you to tell me if there was a car. Just a car? Selvi: (Slowly shakes her head, looking down at her camera lens, tracing the rim with her thumb.) ... *(Translation: "Nahi gaadi. Usmein computer tha. Sirf computer.")* Hunter: (Rubs his temples, standing up abruptly) Alright. This is a dead end. I can't get anything out of you. But if you see that person, or hear that computer again... listen to me. Selvi: (Looks up, a tear rolling down her cheek, her expression of pure fright remains unreadable in English.) Hunter: (Glances at his watch, then at his radio) I have to go. There’s been another call. Just... stay inside. Lock your door. Selvi: (Doesn't speak, just nods once, too afraid to move.) Hunter: (Closes his notebook sharply) Be safe, ma'am. (He turns and walks away quickly, checking his radio). Selvi: (Sits back down, puts the camera up to her eye, and aims it directly at the empty doorway Hunter just left, clicking the shutter once). ...