Run: 2026-05-22-01KS86WEPPA2WACJREX36RPNW2

Isabella: "(Sitting at a small wrought-iron table outside the cafe, she is intently reviewing landscape photos on her DSLR camera. She looks up as a shadow falls over her table.) Sì? Posso aiutarla?" [Yes? Can I help you?] Hunter: "(Flashing his badge, his posture rigid and authoritative) Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. I'm investigating the disappearance of the apple festival organizer last night. Witnesses placed you near the old cider mill around dusk. Did you see anyone lurking around the orchards?" Isabella: "(Her eyes widen in distress, her hands trembling slightly as she clutches her camera to her chest) Mi scusi, non capisco una parola. Non parlo inglese. C'è qualche problema?" [Excuse me, I don't understand a word. I don't speak English. Is there a problem?] Hunter: "(Frowning, his no-nonsense demeanor faltering for a second as he looks confused) Italian? Great. Look, I don't speak Italian. Not even a little. Do you speak any English? Hello? Apple?" "(He sighs, realizing how foolish he sounds, and points firmly to his badge) Police. Missing person." Isabella: "(Shaking her head frantically, she points to her camera and then to herself, looking deeply troubled) Ho scattato delle foto al tramonto vicino al meleto. Ho visto qualcosa... o qualcuno. Ma era quasi buio." [I took photos at sunset near the apple orchard. I saw something... or someone. But it was almost dark.] Hunter: "(Watching her gestures, his detective instincts kicking in) Okay, you're shaken up. You were taking pictures. Did you see something with the camera? Let me see." "(He reaches out, gesturing for the camera.)" Isabella: "(Hesitant at first, she turns the digital screen toward him and zooms in on a specific image, her finger shaking as she points to the background) Sì! Guardi qui. Nell'angolo della foto, vicino ai frutteti. Quell'ombra... non è normale." [Yes! Look here. In the corner of the photo, near the orchards. That shadow... it's not normal.] Hunter: "(Squinting at the small screen, his tone turning serious) That's a blurry shot of the apple trees. Wait... is that a figure in the background? By the festival tents? The man with the hat?" Isabella: "(Nodding vigorously, her voice trembling) Sì, sì! L'uomo con il cappello. È corso via quando è scattato il flash della mia fotocamera." [Yes, yes! The man with the hat. He ran away when my camera flash went off.] Hunter: "(Pulling out a small notepad and a pen) The man with the hat. Okay. Did he go toward the woods?" "(He points toward the tree line in the distance.)" Isabella: "(Shakes her head and points in the opposite direction, toward the sound of running water) No, verso il fiume. Era spaventato. E poi... ho sentito un urlo." [No, toward the river. He was scared. And then... I heard a scream.] Hunter: "(Jotting something down quickly) The river? You heard a scream? Damn it, we need a translator. Look, stay right here. Do not delete those photos. They're evidence." Isabella: "(Clutching the camera tightly, looking around the small town square nervously) Non cancello niente. Ma ho paura. Quell'uomo... mi ha vista in faccia prima di scappare." [I'm not deleting anything. But I'm scared. That man... he saw my face before he ran away.] Hunter: "(His cell phone suddenly buzzes loudly. He answers it, his voice clipped and professional) Hunter here. What? You found a vehicle abandoned by the river? I'm on my way. Keep the perimeter tight." "(He hangs up and looks back at Isabella) I have to go. Stay here. I'll send an officer who speaks Italian to get your official statement." Isabella: "(Nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself) Va bene. Fate presto, vi prego." [Okay. Please hurry.]