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Maria: *looking down at her camera, scrolling through photos* Hunter: *approaching the table* Excuse me, ma'am? I'm Detective Hunter with the Alborn Police Department. Mind if I ask you a few questions? Maria: *startled, looking up* ¿Qué? ¿Usted es... policía? Hunter: I'm sorry, I— could you— I'm investigating the disappearance of Thomas Whitfield. Were you at the apple orchard two nights ago? Maria: *hands trembling, setting the camera down* El huerto... sí, yo estaba allí. Yo vi... vi algo terrible. Un hombre, él— él tomó al señor Thomas y— *voice shaking* —y yo no podía hacer nada. Yo estaba tan asustada. Corrí y me escondí. No paró el coche, era oscuro, muy oscuro... Hunter: *furrowing his brow* The orchard— you were there? Wait, slow down. I don't understand what you're— Maria: *gesturing emphatically* ¡El hombre! Un hombre alto. Él agarró al señor Thomas y lo metió en un... un vehículo grande. Como una camioneta. ¡Yo tengo fotos! *picking up the camera eagerly* Mira, mira, aquí— Hunter: Photos? You have— hold on, let me see— Maria: *turning the camera toward him, pointing at the screen* Aquí. Esta persona. ¿Ve? La silueta. Estaba detrás del granero. *eyes wide and pleading* Por favor, tiene que entenderme. Es peligroso. Ese hombre es peligroso. Hunter: *squinting at the screen* I can see... something. A figure? That's the barn at Whitfield's orchard? *frustrated* I wish I could understand what you're telling me. The details— Maria: *realizing he doesn't comprehend, growing more distressed* ¡No me entiende! *pressing a hand to her chest* Yo quiero ayudar. De verdad, quiero ayudar. Pero no sé cómo decirle en inglés. Lo siento, lo siento mucho... Hunter: *holding up his hands* Hey, it's okay. You're helping. These photos— they might be important. Can you— maybe point to things? Show me where— *Maria nods, wiping her eyes, beginning to point at the camera screen again* *Hunter's phone rings* Hunter: *glancing at the phone* Damn. I have to take this. *answering* Hunter. ...What? ...When? ...I'll be right there. *ending the call, looking back at Maria* Ma'am, I have to go. Don't leave town, okay? Stay here. I'll find someone who can— someone who speaks Spanish. We need to talk properly. Maria: *nodding slowly* Está bien. Yo estaré aquí. Por favor... encuentre a ese hombre. Hunter: *standing, hesitating* Yeah. I will. *looking at her camera* Don't delete anything on that. Maria: *clutching the camera protectively* No. No lo haré. Hunter: *turning to leave, then pausing* ...Thank you. For whatever you just told me. Maria: *quietly* De nada.