Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFH56RS0S8F1RZEG3MFRC91

Marie: (muttering to herself, staring intently at her camera’s LCD screen, voice wobbly) “C’est impossible… je l’ai vue monter sur le sentier, elle ne pouvait pas disparaître comme ça…” Hunter: (approaching her table, flipping out his detective badge to show her, leaning against the empty chair across from her) “Ma’am? Detective Hunter with the county sheriff’s office. Mind if I sit? I was told you were out at Pine Ridge Trail day before yesterday, taking photos. I’m investigating the disappearance of Lila Meyers, the college student last seen there. Did you see anything unusual that day?” Marie: (jumps, eyes wide with shock, scrambling to hold her camera up to him, voice shaking so hard it cracks) “Vous avez vu cette photo? J’ai capturé elle près du parking, et puis il y a un homme en arrière-plan—je l’ai vu la suivre dans les bois! Je n’ai pas pu parler à personne, personne ne me comprend ici!” Hunter: (frowning deeply, holding up a hand to try to slow her frantic speech, completely unable to parse the French) “Whoa, hold up, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Slow down, can you repeat that in English? I’m here to help, but I need to know what you’re saying.” Marie: (leans forward, tapping the camera screen so hard her finger smudges the glass, voice rising with panic) “Pourquoi vous ne me comprenez pas? Je suis française, je ne parle pas anglais! Regardez—l’homme, il est là! Son camion est garé derrière la station-service en ville, je l’ai vu hier. Il pourrait me retrouver, il me suit!” Hunter: (scanning the small cafe for anyone who might speak French, fumbling to pull his own phone out to search for a translation app, still thoroughly confused) “Wait, that’s French? I don’t have a translator downloaded, hold on—ma’am, I can’t help you if I can’t understand what you’re saying. Do you have a translation app on your phone? Can you point to what you’re trying to show me on that camera?” Marie: (wraps her arms around her camera like a shield, voice small and terrified) “Je veux rentrer chez moi. Je n’aurais jamais dû venir à cette stupide fête de pommes. Il m’a regardée à mon hôtel ce matin, je l’ai vu à travers ma fenêtre.” Hunter: (his work phone buzzes loudly in his pocket, he yanks it out, answers, and his jaw tightens after ten seconds of listening) “Another missing person? I’m en route right now. (shoves his phone back, stands up so fast his chair scrapes the linoleum, turns back to Marie with a helpless, harried look) I have to go, there’s an emergency. Stay right here, I’ll send the only person in town who speaks French to come get you in five minutes, don’t leave alone, you hear me?”