Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPHQKYKAFAM14M6043AYZJ

Here’s the dialogue formatted as a **voice sheet** for your cozy mystery scene, capturing the tension, language barrier, and underlying unease between Isabella and Hunter. --- ### **Scene: The Café in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet, rustic café with the hum of distant conversation. Isabella sits alone at a corner table, her camera in hand, scrolling through photos with a furrowed brow. Hunter approaches, his expression serious. He pulls out the chair across from her without asking—polite but authoritative.* --- ### **Voice Sheet: Isabella & Hunter** **Hunter:** *(firm, no-nonsense, leaning slightly forward)* "Miss, I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you a few questions?" **Isabella:** *(startled, gripping her camera tighter, responding in rapid Italian)* "Mi scusi, non parlo inglese. Che cosa vuole? Io non c’entro niente con… con quello che è successo!" *(Glances around nervously, voice shaking.)* **Hunter:** *(frowning, straightening up)* "Look, I don’t know what you just said, but I need you to—" *(pauses, realizing the language barrier)* "You don’t speak English?" **Isabella:** *(frustrated, gesturing with her hands)* "No, no inglese! *Per favore*, lasciami in pace!" *(She clutches her camera closer, as if protecting it—or hiding something.)* **Hunter:** *(exhales sharply, rubbing his temple—this isn’t how interrogations usually go)* "Okay, okay. Let me try this." *(Pulls out his phone, opens a translation app, types slowly.)* "Did. You. See. Anything. Strange. Last. Night?" *(Shows her the screen. Isabella reads it, her face paling.)* **Isabella:** *(whispering, horrified)* "*Dio mio…*" *(She shakes her head violently, then stops—like she’s caught herself.)* "*No… io… io ero a casa. Non ho visto nulla.*" *(Lies poorly; her fingers tremble around her camera strap.)* **Hunter:** *(eyes narrowing—he doesn’t need to speak Italian to recognize a lie)* "Right. ‘Nothing.’" *(Leans in slightly, voice dropping to a growl.)* "Funny how everyone in this town says that right before they—" *(His phone rings. He checks the caller ID, curses under his breath.)* "I’ve gotta take this. But we’re *not* done." *(Stands abruptly, points at her.)* "Don’t leave town." **Isabella:** *(muttering as he walks away, half to herself)* "*Che disastro… che disastro…*" *(She quickly tucks her camera into her bag, hands shaking, and glances toward the door—like she’s considering running.)* *(Hunter answers the call, already striding out of the café. His last words carry back to her, sharp and warning:)* **Hunter:** *(into the phone, but loud enough for her to hear)* "Yeah, I’ve got a lead. Italian girl, twenties, at the café. *Something’s* off about her." *(Isabella’s breath hitches. The camera in her bag *clicks*—she didn’t turn it off properly. A single, blurred photo from last night flashes on the screen: a shadowy figure near the old apple orchard.)* --- ### **End Scene.** --- ### **Notes for Tone & Delivery:** - **Isabella:** Starts **flustered**, grows **increasingly panicked**—her Italian should be rapid, emotional, with a **quivering edge**. The lie ("*I was at home*") is **too quick, too defensive**. - **Hunter:** **Controlled frustration**—he’s used to getting answers, not language barriers. His voice **drops to a threat** when he suspects she’s hiding something. - **Subtext:** Isabella *knows* something. The **camera is key**—either as evidence or her alibi. Hunter’s instincts are **pinging hard** on her. Would you like any adjustments to heighten the mystery or foreshadowing? (E.g., a specific detail in the photo, or Hunter noticing something about her camera?)