Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFBB5CP403C3NHR6BA9A88M

### Voice Sheet: Cafe Scene, Alborn, MN Maria: [fingers brushing the LCD screen of her camera, hunched over a Formica cafe table, jumps when a shadow falls across her table] Hola? Lo siento, ¿necesita algo? [Hello? Sorry, do you need something?] Hunter: [pulls out the chair across from her, badge flipped open to show his county detective ID, no-nonsense tone sharp with focus] Ma’am, I’m Detective Hunter. I’m investigating the disappearance of Lila Marlow, the 19-year-old apple festival volunteer that went missing from the north trail day before yesterday. A witness saw a girl with a big professional camera out there that same afternoon—your photo entry for the festival’s contest was timestamped that exact day. What did you see on that trail? Maria: [clutches her camera to her chest, voice cracking, tears welling in her eyes as she rambles fast, shaken] Sí, yo la vi. Estaba escondida detrás de un roble tomando fotos del atardecer, y vi a un hombre forzarla a subir a una camioneta gris. Ella gritaba, yo no me atreví a salir porque él tenía un arma, solo tomé fotos de la camioneta antes de que se fuera. He estado demasiado asustada para decírselo a alguien, no hablo inglés, no entiendo este pueblo, ¿y si él me encuentra a mí también? [Yes, I saw her. I was hiding behind an oak taking sunset photos, and I saw a man force her into a gray pickup. She was screaming, I didn’t dare come out because he had a gun, I only snapped photos of the truck before it left. I’ve been too scared to tell anyone, I don’t speak English, I don’t know this town, what if he finds me too?] Hunter: [leans forward, eyebrows furrowed deeply, completely lost, holds his hands up slow to calm her panic] Whoa, hey, slow down. I don’t speak a word of Spanish, I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying. Can you point to something? Show me on your camera if you have photos or something, okay? Maria: [shakes her head wildly, flips through her camera roll and shoves the screen toward him, still rambling through panicked sobs] Mira, mira la placa, la escribí en mi cuaderno también, está aquí, ¿puedes ver? Llevaba una sudadera roja del festival, igual que todos dijeron que ella llevaba, por favor, tienes que creerme, yo no quería que nada le pasara. [Look, look at the license plate, I wrote it down in my notebook too, it’s right here, can you see it? She had on the red festival sweatshirt, just like everyone said she wore, please you have to believe me, I never wanted anything to happen to her.] Hunter: [scratches the back of his neck, frustrated by the language barrier, fumbles to pull out his phone to load a translation app] Crap, the cell service out here is still garbage, the app won’t load. Wait, I can call Judy from the town library—she studied in Madrid back in the 90s, she can be here in 15 minutes to translate, just stay put, okay? Don’t go anywhere, I’ll come right back with her— Maria: [only catches half a dozen familiar tones, gestures wildly at the camera screen again, voice rising] ¡El coche! El coche gris, lo vi, por favor, entiende! [The truck! The gray truck, I saw it, please understand!] Hunter: [his work phone blares from his pocket, he answers it fast, his jaw tightening as he listens, glancing at Maria with an apologetic wince] I’m sorry, I have to take this—[into the phone] Hunter here. What? You found a gray pickup matching the description half a mile outside of town? I’m on my way. [hangs up, tosses his sheriff’s department business card on the table between them, gestures to the card then to the police station at the end of Main Street, hoping she gets the idea to follow him there] Stay here, I’ll send Judy to get you as soon as I can, I have to run. [slings his jacket over his arm and jogs out of the cafe before Maria can call after him again]