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Maria: (sitting at a cafe table, scrolling through photos on her camera, muttering to herself in Spanish) Hmm, esta luz era perfecta... pero algo se movió ahí atrás. (This light was perfect... but something moved back there.) Hunter: (approaching the table) Excuse me, miss. I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn PD. Mind if I sit down? Maria: (looks up, startled) ¿Eh? Lo siento, no hablo inglés. Hunter: Do you speak English? I'm trying to ask about yesterday afternoon. You were taking pictures by the old apple orchards, correct? Maria: (her expression grows troubled) ¿Las huertas? Sí, estuve allí. Pero... ¿por qué? ¿Pasó algo? (The orchards? Yes, I was there. But... why? Did something happen?) Hunter: There was an incident. A woman went missing near there. Did you see anything unusual? Anyone acting strangely? Maria: (pales, grips her camera tighter) ¡Dios mío! Una mujer... No, no vi a nadie. Bueno, sí... vi a un hombre. Corría entre los árboles. Pensé que era un trabajador. (Oh my God! A woman... No, I didn't see anyone. Well, yes... I saw a man. He was running between the trees. I thought he was a worker.) Hunter: (leaning forward, trying to read her expression) I don't understand. Can you show me your pictures? From yesterday? (He points to her camera, then mimics taking a photo.) Maria: (nods vigorously) ¡Sí, sí! Tengo fotos. Mire. (Yes, yes! I have photos. Look.) She turns the camera screen toward him, scrolling to a series of landscape shots. Hunter: (studying the images) This one. Right here. (He points.) Is that... is that a person? In the background, behind this tree? Maria: Sí, ese es el hombre. Se ve borroso porque se movía rápido. Después de esta foto, desapareció. (Yes, that's the man. He looks blurry because he was moving fast. After this photo, he disappeared.) Hunter: Disappeared? (He shakes his head, frustrated by the language barrier.) Look, I need a copy of these. This could be important. (Maria looks at him, confused and anxious.) Hunter: (pulls out a notepad, writes something) I'll have someone contact you who speaks Spanish. Can you write your name and where you're staying? (Maria takes the pen, looking uncertain.) (Hunter's phone rings loudly. He checks the caller ID and answers immediately.) Hunter: Hunter. ... You found her? Where? ... I'm on my way. (He hangs up and stands abruptly.) I have to go. Stay right here. Do not delete those photos. I'll be back with a translator. Maria: (standing up slightly) ¡Espere! ¿Encontraron a la mujer? ¿Está viva? (Wait! Did you find the woman? Is she alive?) Hunter: (already turning away) I'm sorry, I don't... I have to go. Don't leave. (Hunter hurries out of the cafe. Maria sinks back into her chair, staring at the photo of the blurry man, her hands trembling slightly.)