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The Bramble & Bean Café, Alborn, MN — Tuesday, 9:14 a.m. --- **Isabella:** *(murmuring to herself, scrolling back through her photos)* "No, no... non era lì. Non c'era nessuno lì." **Hunter:** "Morning. Mind if I sit? Detective Hunter, Alborn PD." **Isabella:** *(startled, hand flying to her camera)* "Oh! Mi scusi, non l'ho sentita arrivare." **Hunter:** "...Sure. So. You were out by the orchard road Sunday night. Couple folks mentioned a girl with a camera. That you?" **Isabella:** "Sì, sì, la strada del frutteto, io ero là, stavo fotografando il tramonto — c'era una luce incredibile, arancione, rosa, come — come fuoco sopra gli alberi." **Hunter:** "Okay. I'm gonna be honest with you, ma'am, I got about none of that." **Isabella:** *(leaning forward, urgent)* "Ma io ho visto una cosa. Non capisco cosa. Guardi — guardi la foto, per favore, guardi." **Hunter:** "You want me to look at the picture. Alright. Yeah, I can do that much." **Isabella:** *(turning the camera toward him, hands unsteady)* "Ecco. Qui. Vede? Dietro il capanno. Quella figura. Io non ho visto nessuno, giuro, non c'era nessuno quando ho scattato." **Hunter:** "...Huh." **Isabella:** "Vede? Vede? Ho fatto quaranta fotografie quella sera. Quaranta. E lui c'è in tre. Solo tre. Sempre più vicino." **Hunter:** "Okay. Slow down. I'm not — hang on." *(pulls out a notepad, taps the camera screen)* "This. Where?" **Isabella:** "Il capanno rosso. Vicino al fiume, dove finisce la strada." **Hunter:** "River. Red shed. Got it. That I understood." **Isabella:** *(quiet, arms wrapping around herself)* "Non ho dormito, sa. Da domenica. Ogni volta che chiudo gli occhi vedo quella sagoma. E nessuno qui mi capisce. Nessuno." **Hunter:** "Hey. Look at me. I don't know what you're saying. But I know scared when I see it, and you're scared." *(sliding a card across the table)* "That's my cell. You call it. Even if you just talk Italian at me, you call it." **Isabella:** *(taking the card, reading it slowly)* "Hunter... Detective Hunter." *(a small, tired breath)* "Grazie. Grazie, davvero." **Hunter:** "Yeah. Grazie. That one I got." *(His phone buzzes. He answers, listens, and his face changes — flat, closed, professional.)* **Hunter:** "Say that again. Where? ...No, don't move her. Don't let anybody near it. I'm eight minutes out." *(standing, chair scraping)* **Isabella:** "Cosa? Cos'è successo? Detective — cos'è successo?" **Hunter:** "I gotta go. Stay in town. Don't go back out to that road, you understand me? *Not* that road." **Isabella:** "Non capisco — mi dica almeno se —" **Hunter:** *(already at the door, half-turning)* "Bring me that camera tomorrow. Nine o'clock. Station's on Third." *(beat)* "And find somebody who speaks Italian. Please." **Isabella:** *(alone, to the empty chair, barely audible)* "...L'ho trovato. Sei tu. Solo che non lo sai ancora."