Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFG1XJQKFQ9T8CMJV1DPKKD

Isabella: [soft, shaken, staring unblinking at her camera’s LCD screen] “Non posso credere quello che ho visto ieri. L’ho visto svanire, nel bosco dietro i meli del festival.” Hunter: [approaching her table, holding up his detective badge, voice crisp and no-nonsense] “Ma’am, I’m Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s department. I got a report you were the last person to see Milo Carter, the 17-year-old that went missing from the apple festival grounds yesterday. Can you talk to me about what you saw?” Isabella: [jolts, head snapping up, hands tightening so hard around her camera her knuckles whiten, voice cracking with panic] “Cosa? Non parlo inglese, non capisco quello che mi stai dicendo! Io stavo solo facendo foto del paesaggio, non ho fatto niente di male. Ho visto quel ragazzo, ha gridato che qualcuno lo inseguiva, e poi è sparito! È svanito in un secondo!” Hunter: [frowning, leaning forward, thoroughly confused, speaking slowly like that will bridge the language gap] Wait, hold on, I don’t understand a word of that. Is that Italian? I don’t speak any of it. Slow down, can you show me what’s on that camera? Is that evidence? Isabella: [nodding frantically, shoving the camera across the table toward him, tears spilling over her cheeks as she rambles] “Sì! Sì, guarda! Ho una foto sfocata di una figura dietro di lui, tra gli alberi! È troppo alto per essere un uomo, si muoveva in un modo che non era umano. Ho cercato di chiamare aiuto, ma non c’era segnale sul mio telefono italiano, non potevo fare niente! Ho paura che mi abbia visto anche me, che torni per me!” Hunter: [staring blankly first at the camera, then at her tear-streaked face, fumbling in his pocket to pull out his personal phone to load a translation app] Wait, calm down, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m trying to help. Let me get a translator up, just give me ten seconds to load— [Hunter’s work phone blares loudly from his jacket pocket, cutting him off] Hunter: [yanking the work phone out, answering sharply, jaw tightening as he listens to his dispatcher] Hunter here. What’s that? A second witness reported a suspicious figure by the old cider mill an hour ago? They just found Milo’s bike half a mile from there? I’m en route now. [turns back to Isabella, scrambling to push a printed business card across the table to her, voice urgent but apologetic] I have to run, that’s an active case emergency. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow, I swear, I’ll bring the ESL coordinator from the community college who speaks Italian, okay? I need to talk to you properly, that camera has evidence I need. I’ll find you, I promise. Isabella: [staring after him as he grabs his jacket and bolts for the door, yelling after him in a panicked, trembling rush] “Attendi! Non mi lasciare qui da sola! Non capisco niente di questa città, non so cosa fare!”