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Isabella: "..." [She hums softly, tapping the camera screen, then gasps lightly as she zooms in on a photo.] Hunter: "Excuse me, miss. Mind if I take a second of your time?" Isabella: "..." [She tilts her head, looking up with a polite but blank smile.] "Prego?" Hunter: "I’m Detective Hunter. I'm looking into the commotion down by the orchard during the festival prep yesterday. Word is a student with a fancy camera was snapping pictures near the old packing barn right before the Miller boy vanished. That wouldn't happen to be you, would it?" Isabella: "..." [Her smile fades, replaced by a troubled frown as she recognizes the dark, intense energy of a police officer. She clutches the camera closer to her chest.] "Non... non capisco. Parlate italiano? Qualcosa di terribile è successo ieri sera... Ho visto una figura nell'ombra vicino al capannone, ma poi è sparita nel nulla. Ho avuto così tanta paura!" Hunter: "..." [He rubs the back of his neck, staring at her in utter confusion.] "Whoa, slow down. I don't speak... whatever that is. Italian? Look, I just need a simple yes or no. Were you at the orchard?" Isabella: "..." [Her breath hitches, shaking her head frantically as she gestures toward the camera's display.] "Signore, guardi! Le foto! C'è un'ombra strana vicino agli alberi... Guardate qui, prima che l'agricoltore scomparisse! È pericoloso, capisce? Qualcuno è in pericolo!" Hunter: "..." [He leans in, squinting at the camera screen, then sighs in frustration.] "I can't understand a single word you're saying, ma'am. Photos? Are you trying to show me something, or are you just panicked?" Isabella: "..." [She bites her lip, tears of frustration welling in her eyes as she taps a finger hard against the image of a dark silhouette.] "Sì! Mostrare! Guardi l'ombra! Il ragazzo... il ragazzo non c'è più! Per favore, dovete fare qualcosa!" Hunter: "..." [He crosses his arms, his jaw setting into a tight line.] "Look, I need you to come down to the station where we can get an interpreter. This hand-waving isn't getting us anywhere, and if you saw something—" Isabella: "..." [Her phone twitches in her lap as Hunter's phone suddenly blares a loud, sharp ringtone.] Hunter: "..." [He cuts himself off, pulling his phone from his belt and checking the caller ID. He scowls.] "Hunter. ... What? Where? Dammit, I'm on my way." [He snaps the phone shut and looks back at Isabella, pointing a stern finger at her.] "Stay right here. Don't leave town. I'm coming back with someone who speaks your language." Isabella: "..." [She watches him rush off, calling after him in a hushed, trembling voice.] "Ma... signore! L'ombra... è ancora là fuori!"