Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8V100W7523XTJ4SXJXD45F

**Scene** The afternoon sun filtered through the maple trees lining Main Street, dappling the sidewalk outside the "Daily Grind Cafe." Inside, Maria sat at a small round table, her hands wrapped around a cooling café con leche. Her attention was fixed on the digital screen of her camera, scrolling through images of Alborn's quaint streets and the vibrant colors of the approaching autumn. Her brow was furrowed, not in artistic critique, but in unease. The bell above the door jingled. Detective Hunter entered, his posture straight, his eyes scanning the room. They settled on Maria, the only patron with a visible camera. He approached, his steps measured. "Excuse me, miss?" he said, flashing his badge. "I'm Detective Hunter. I'd like to ask you a few questions." Maria looked up, her expression polite but confused. "¿Qué? Lo siento, no hablo inglés." Hunter sighed inwardly. Language barrier. Just what he needed. He pulled a photograph from his jacket pocket and placed it on the table. It showed a smiling woman in her forties. "The missing woman. Have you seen her? Around town? Maybe with your camera?" Maria's eyes widened as she looked at the photo. The color drained from her face. She brought a hand to her mouth. "¡Dios mío!" she whispered, her voice trembling. "La vi... la vi ayer en el parque. Pero había un hombre... algo no estaba bien." She looked from the photo to Hunter, her eyes pleading for him to understand. Hunter leaned in, frustration evident. "What? I don't understand. Do you know her? Did you see something?" Seeing his confusion, Maria pointed urgently to her camera. "Tengo fotos. Ayer, en el parque. Quizás... quizás capté algo." She began navigating through the stored images, her fingers shaking slightly. "Photos? Can I see?" Hunter asked, though he knew she likely didn't understand the words. She turned the camera toward him, showing a series of shots of the town's central park—the bandstand, flower beds, children playing. She stopped on one. It was a wider landscape shot, capturing the edge of the park near the old wooden gazebo. In the background, slightly blurred, were two figures: a woman who resembled the missing person and a tall man in a dark jacket, facing away from the camera. The woman's posture seemed stiff, unnatural. Hunter pointed at the gazebo. "This park? Where is this?" Maria followed his finger. "Sí, el parque de manzanas. Cerca del festival." She mimed picking an apple. "Apple festival? Okay," Hunter said, making a mental note. The annual festival grounds were adjacent to the park. Before he could ask another question, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He held up a finger to Maria. "One second." He answered. "Hunter." A voice crackled on the other end. He listened, his jaw tightening. "A body? Where? ... I'll be right there." He ended the call and looked back at Maria, his demeanor all business. "I have to go," he said, already stepping back. "Thank you for your help. I'll need to see those photos later. Official evidence. Can you wait here?" He gestured to the table, then to her, then back to the table, hoping the pantomime was clear. Maria hugged her camera to her chest, looking lost. "No entiendo. ¿Regresará?" she asked softly. But Hunter was already striding toward the door, the grim set of his shoulders offering no reassurance. The bell jingled again, leaving Maria alone with her troubling pictures and a growing sense of dread. **Voice Sheet** Maria: "¿Qué? Lo siento, no hablo inglés." Hunter: "The missing woman. Have you seen her?" Maria: "¡Dios mío! La vi... la vi ayer en el parque. Pero había un hombre... algo no estaba bien." Hunter: "What? I don't understand. Do you know her?" Maria: "Tengo fotos. Quizás... quizás capté algo." Hunter: "Photos? Can I see?" Maria: "El parque de manzanas. Cerca del festival." Hunter: "Apple festival? Okay." Hunter: (into phone) "Hunter. ... I'll be right there." Hunter: "I have to go. Thank you for your help. I'll need to see those photos later. Can you wait here?" Maria: "No entiendo. ¿Regresará?"