Run: 2026-05-22-01KS868D9DHJQVTCGP4MT81A24

Marie: "(Staring intently at the digital display of her camera, her hands trembling slightly as she zooms in on a photo) Oh, mon Dieu... c'est vraiment lui. Je n'arrive pas à y croire." *(Oh my God... it's really him. I can't believe it.)* Hunter: "(Approaching the table, flashing his badge with a crisp, no-nonsense posture) Excuse me, miss. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm investigating the disappearance of the baker's son near the old apple orchards yesterday evening. The cafe owner said you were out there taking landscape shots. Did you see anything unusual?" Marie: "(Looking up, her eyes wide and panicked, clutching the camera to her chest) Pardon ? Je... je ne parle pas anglais. Mais oui, j'étais au verger ! C'était horrible, monsieur. Tellement horrible !" *(Sorry? I... I don't speak English. But yes, I was at the orchard! It was horrible, sir. So horrible!)* Hunter: "(Frowning, his brow furrowing in confusion) Uh. Right. Do you speak English? English? Look, I don't know any French. Not even 'hello'. Can you understand me?" Marie: "(Shaking her head frantically, her voice shaking) Non, désolée ! Je ne comprends pas l'anglais. Mais regardez ! S'il vous plaît, regardez mon appareil photo !" *(No, sorry! I don't understand English. But look! Please, look at my camera!)* Hunter: "(Sighing, running a hand over his short-cropped hair) Okay, okay. Calm down. You want me to look at the camera? Let me see the screen. Show me what you're looking at." Marie: "(Turning the camera toward him, pointing a trembling finger at the background of a beautiful sunset landscape photo) Tenez. Regardez l'arrière-plan. Près des vieux pommiers, là où ils préparent le festival des pommes." *(Here. Look at the background. Near the old apple trees, where they are preparing for the apple festival.)* Hunter: "(Leaning in, his detective instincts kicking in as he squints at the small screen) Wait. Zoom in on that. Right there behind the cider press. Is that a black panel van? With a dented bumper? When was this taken?" Marie: "(Nodding vigorously, tapping the screen) Hier soir ! Juste avant le coucher du soleil. L'homme... il avait un masque de ski. Il a poussé le garçon dans le van !" *(Yesterday evening! Just before sunset. The man... he had a ski mask. He pushed the boy into the van!)* Hunter: "(Jaw tightening, his marine training taking over as he stays focused) Yesterday? A man in a ski mask forced him in the van? Damn it, I wish I had a translator. Okay, I get the picture. Literally. I need this photo for the lab. Can I take the memory card out of your camera?" Marie: "(Fumbling with the side of the camera, popping the small card out and handing it to him) La carte mémoire ? Oui, bien sûr. Prenez-la. Il faut arrêter ce monstre avant qu'il ne fasse du mal à quelqu'un d'autre." *(The memory card? Yes, of course. Take it. We must stop this monster before he hurts someone else.)* Hunter: "(Pocketing the card carefully) Thank you. You've been a huge help. I'll have someone from the college's study abroad program come down here to translate and take your full statement. Just sit tight and finish your coffee—" "(Hunter's cell phone suddenly buzzes loudly on his hip. He answers it, his expression darkening instantly.)" Hunter: "Hunter here... What? Another one? Where? The festival grounds? Copy that, secure the perimeter, I'm en route." "(He hangs up and looks back at Marie, his tone urgent but authoritative.)" Hunter: "Listen to me. I have to go. Stay right here. Do not leave this cafe, and don't talk to anyone else until my officer gets here. Understand?" Marie: "(Nodding, gripping her coffee cup with both hands to steady them) Allez-y ! Attrapez-les ! Je ne bouge pas d'ici, je vous le promets." *(Go! Catch them! I won't move from here, I promise you.)* Hunter: "(Giving her a brief, reassuring nod before turning on his heel) Good girl. Stay safe."