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**Isabella:** "Sì... sono io. È successo qualcosa?" *(Yes... that's me. Did something happen?)* **Hunter:** "Ma'am? Yeah, you, with the camera. Detective Hunter, Alborn PD. You'd be Isabella, right? The exchange student staying with the Bergstroms? Two nights ago somebody reported lights out past Miller's orchard — same night Pete Ronning went missing. Third one this fall. Diner crowd says you were out that way with that camera. So I'm asking you straight: what did you see?" **Isabella:** "Pete Ronning... l'uomo delle mele? Quello del festival? Oddio. È vero, allora. È davvero sparito." *(Pete Ronning... the apple man? The one from the festival? Oh God. So it's true. He's really gone.)* **Hunter:** "Easy. Nobody's saying you're in trouble. I just need eyes. What were you doing out there?" **Isabella:** "No, no, non fraintenda — ero lì per le fotografie. Il tramonto sul lago, la nebbia tra gli alberi... è tutto, lo giuro. È tutto lì." *(No, no, don't misunderstand — I was there for the photographs. The sunset on the lake, the fog between the trees... that's all, I swear. That's all it was.)* **Hunter:** "Right. And you don't speak— do you speak English? English? ...Nothing. Three thousand people in this town, one witness, and not one word in common. Story of my October. Okay. You. Camera. Orchard. What did you see?" **Isabella:** "Fotografie. Io facevo solo fotografie, lo giuro..." *(Photographs. I was only taking photographs, I swear...)* **Hunter:** "Fotograf— yeah. Pictures. I got you. Pictures." **Isabella:** "Aspetti. C'era... sì, c'era qualcosa, quella sera. Una macchina, in fondo al frutteto, dove la strada non arriva. Ho pensato: chi sarà mai, laggiù, al buio? Poi ho sentito uno sportello sbattere. Forte. E poi... più niente. Niente motore, niente voci. Solo gli uccelli che scattavano via dagli alberi." *(Wait. There was... yes, there was something, that night. A car, at the far end of the orchard, where the road doesn't reach. I thought: who could that be, down there, in the dark? Then I heard a door slam. Hard. And then... nothing. No engine, no voices. Only the birds bursting from the trees.)* **Hunter:** "Steering wheel. Door slam. Okay — car, after dark, down past the orchard, and your face just went the color of that napkin dispenser. Am I warm?" **Isabella:** "Sì! Sì, una macchina! Ma non è questo... oddio, la foto. Guardi. Guardi lo schermo, per favore. In fondo, vicino alla vecchia stalla: quel rettangolo scuro. Non è una roccia. Non è un pagliaio. È una portiera. Aperta. Aperta verso il bosco. E io l'ho fotografata senza sapere... senza sapere che stavo fotografando questo." *(Yes! Yes, a car! But that's not it... oh God, the photo. Look. Look at the screen, please. At the bottom, near the old barn: that dark rectangle. It's not a rock. It's not a haystack. It's a car door. Open. Open toward the woods. And I photographed it without knowing... without knowing that's what I was photographing.)* **Hunter:** "Sunset on the lake, very nice, and— hold on. That dark spot by the barn. That's a door? An open car door, facing the treeline? ...Huh. Ronning's truck turned up on the county road with every door shut tight. So whatever that is, it isn't his." **Isabella:** "Stasera l'ho riguardata, qui a questo tavolo, e mi si è gelato il sangue. Perché quella sera io c'ero. A pochi passi. E se c'era lui... se quella povera persona stava gridando aiuto, e io ho alzato la macchina fotografica invece di correre... che tipo di persona sono?" *(Tonight I looked at it again, here at this table, and my blood ran cold. Because that night I was there. A few steps away. And if he was there... if that poor soul was screaming for help, and I raised my camera instead of running... what kind of person am I?)* **Hunter:** "Hey. Hey — eyes on me. Breathe. I don't understand a word you're saying, but I've read enough faces to translate that one, so take this part however you can get it: you're not in trouble. You're a witness. Big difference. Witnesses keep breathing." **Isabella:** "La signora Bergstrom chiude a chiave la porta anche di giorno. Credevo fosse una mania da vecchi. Un paese così tranquillo, mi sembrava... e invece le persone spariscono, una dietro l'altra, e nessuno sa niente. E intanto io scattavo fotografie del tramonto." *(Mrs. Bergstrom locks her door even in the daytime. I thought it was an old person's quirk. Such a quiet town, it seemed... and instead people vanish, one after another, and nobody knows anything. And meanwhile I was taking pictures of the sunset.)* **Hunter:** "Bergstrom — good, names cross the border. All right. The camera. I need everything on it, every frame. And I need you at the station tomorrow morning, nine a.m. Brick building next to the big apple statue, you can't miss— and you understand exactly none of that. Nine. Nine o'clock." **Isabella:** "Nove? I numeri li capisco... nove, sì. Domani. E poi dove? La stazione... la stazione di polizia? Va bene. Porterò la macchina, tutte le fotografie. Le stamperò anche, grandi, grandi. Ma prima dica Lei una cosa, detective." *(Nine? I understand numbers... nine, yes. Tomorrow. And then where? The station... the police station? All right. I'll bring the camera, all the photographs. I'll even print them, big, big prints. But first you tell me one thing, detective.)* **Hunter:** "Make it quick." **Isabella:** "Dica che trovare quella persona è ancora possibile. Dica che non è troppo tardi." *(Tell me that finding that person is still possible. Tell me it isn't too late.)* **Hunter:** "I can't tell you that yet. But I can tell you nobody in this county will look harder than— " *[his phone buzzes]* "Hold that thought. Hunter. ...Uh-huh. When? ...Ed Wilcox never made it home from the co-op? ...Yeah. Yeah, that's four. Keep everybody back, keep it off the scanner, and nobody breathes a word to the paper. Ten minutes out." **Isabella:** "Che cosa? Che cosa è successo? Perché fa così quell'aria...?" *(What? What happened? Why do you look like that...?)* **Hunter:** "Damn it. Okay, listen — I gotta run. You just became the most important person in this town, so here's what you do: nothing brave. Nine a.m., station, camera. And tonight you tell the Bergstroms to lock every door and window in that house. Tell them Hunter said so." **Isabella:** "Aspetti! Non vada— almeno dica a qualcuno della fotografia! Della portiera verso il bosco! ...È andato. Se n'è andato." *(Wait! Don't go— at least tell someone about the photograph! About the door toward the woods! ...He left. He just left.)* **Hunter:** "Nine a.m.! And ma'am — whatever you saw out there, you came forward. In my experience, most people don't." **Isabella:** "Buona fortuna, detective. E torni... e torni con qualcuno che parla inglese. O chissà, chissà che stanotte non lo imparo, l'inglese. Vedrà che lo imparo." *(Good luck, detective. And come back... come back with someone who speaks English. Or who knows — maybe tonight I'll learn it, English. You'll see, I'll learn it.)*