Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ94HAQ4HZWYSM1R6MYW0ZF1

Maria is sitting alone at a small cafe table outside, the late afternoon sun glinting off the lens of her camera. She scrolls through recent photos, her brow furrowed in a troubled expression, occasionally pausing to zoom in on a blurred edge of a distant field. Hunter approaches her table, a no-nonsense look on his face, though he tries to soften it slightly in a public setting. Hunter: "Excuse me, ma'am. Mind if I have a moment of your time? I’m Detective Hunter, with the Alborn PD." Maria looks up, startled, her eyes wide. She shakes her head slightly, her gaze flicking between him and her camera. Maria: "Perdóneme, no entiendo inglés. ¿Habla usted español?" Hunter's brow furrows instantly. He exhales slowly, then tries again, gesturing vaguely around the town square. Hunter: "Spanish? No. No español. I'm trying to find out if you... saw anything. Anything unusual. Recent events. You know, around town. Maybe near the festival grounds, yesterday?" Maria's eyes widen further, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She clutches her camera tighter, her hands visibly trembling. Maria: "¡Ay, Dios mío! ¡Sí! ¡Sí, vi algo! Estaba en el campo, cerca de los manzanos. Tomaba fotos... y... y luego..." Hunter leans in slightly, trying to pick up on her gestures and the urgency in her tone, despite understanding nothing. Hunter: "You saw something in the field? What was it? A person? A car? Can you... can you try to show me?" Maria points vaguely towards the west, her voice rising in a panicked rush. Maria: "Un coche. Un coche oscuro, muy rápido. Y un hombre... ¡Estaba muy asustado! Y luego el coche... ¡se lo llevaron! Estoy tan asustada, señor. No puedo olvidarlo. Necesito ayuda." Hunter rubs the back of his neck, his frustration growing. He can see her distress, hear the fear, but the words are gibberish to him. Hunter: "Man... scared? Car... took? Look, I need details. Did you see a face? What kind of car? Was it a blue sedan, a pickup, anything?" He tries to mimic driving a car, then pointing to Maria's camera. "Did your camera... did it capture anything?" Maria shakes her head emphatically, fresh tears welling in her eyes. She clutches her chest. Maria: "No, no su cara. Estaba oscuro. Y el coche... era negro, creo. ¡Todo fue tan rápido! El hombre parecía débil... como si lo hubieran herido. No puedo creer que lo vi. Mi corazón... ¡Me siento tan mal!" Hunter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He glances around the cafe, wishing for a quick translation app, or even just a bilingual waitress. Hunter: "Okay, okay. I get that you saw *something*. And it scared you. But I need to know *what*. Was it... was it one of the people missing? Did you recognize him?" Maria desperately shakes her head, then points to her camera, then back to the vague direction. Maria: "No, no sé... pero mis fotos... no, no lo tengo claro. Demasiado lejos. Solo el coche y... el miedo. Era terrible. ¡Por favor, ayúdeme a encontrar a alguien que hable mi idioma!" Before Hunter can attempt another futile question or gesture, his phone buzzes loudly. He glances at the screen, his expression immediately shifting to alert and grim. He looks back at Maria, clearly conflicted. Hunter: "Look, I... I have to take this. It's urgent. Stay right here, alright? Don't leave. I’ll... I’ll find someone who can help, someone who speaks Spanish. I promise." Hunter is already walking away, pulling his phone to his ear as he answers, his voice dropping to a serious tone. Hunter: "Hunter. Go ahead. What do you have for me?"