Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KCAT6XJGRBVYX9SDQRHN58

**Setting:** A quiet, sun-dappled corner of the Alborn Apple Blossom Café. The air smells of coffee and cinnamon. Isabella sits alone, her chair angled towards the window light, scrolling through photos on her digital camera. She pauses on a particular image, her brow furrowed. Hunter approaches, his badge clipped to his belt, a notebook in his hand. **Voice Sheet** **Hunter:** Miss? Isabella Rossi? I’m Detective Hunter. I was told you were out at the old Miller orchard yesterday afternoon. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? **Isabella:** (Looking up, her face pale and troubled) Sì... sì. The orchard, sì. **Hunter:** Good. I need to know if you saw anything unusual. Any people, any cars, maybe an argument? Anything out of place before they found... before the event. **Isabella:** (Her hands tremble slightly as she grips the camera) È stato terribile. Non dovevo essere lì. Ho visto tutto... è stato così veloce e poi... il silenzio. **Hunter:** (He leans forward slightly, a crease of confusion between his brows) I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch that. Can you tell me what you saw? When did you first notice the man in the blue jacket? **Isabella:** (Shaking her head, her voice shaking) Non parlo inglese. Non capisco... L'uomo... l'uomo con la giacca. Lui... lui guardava. Aspettava. Gli occhi... occhi cattivi. **Hunter:** (Exhales, a flash of frustration crossing his face) "Occhi"? Eyes? Okay, you saw his eyes. That's good. Was he tall? Short? Dark hair? Light hair? **Isabella:** (Frustrated, she gestures quickly with her hands) No, no! Io sono una fotografa... solo questo. Faccio foto. (She turns the camera screen to face him) Guardi! Guardi la foto... Forse... forse c'è qualcosa... qualcosa di importante. **Hunter:** (Looks at the screen, which shows a beautifully framed but mostly empty shot of an apple tree with a few fallen apples. He squints) It's a picture of an apple tree. There's nothing there. Look, Miss Rossi, I know you're upset, but I need you to focus. This is a serious investigation. **Isabella:** (Her eyes fill with tears of frustration) Ma io... io ho sentito un urlo! Un urlo terribile... e poi niente. Quando sono arrivata, era già... già... oh, Dio. (She covers her mouth with her hand) Era caduto. Non si muoveva. **Hunter:** (He flips open his notebook, writing down one word: "scream".) Okay, an urlo... a scream? You heard a scream. What time was this? Do you have a timestamp on that photo? **Isabella:** (Looks at him helplessly, shrugging) La macchina fotografica... dice le tre. Le tre e mezza, forse? Non ricordo. Ero spaventata. **Hunter:** (His cell phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his jaw tightens) Damn it. I have to take this. Don't go anywhere, Miss Rossi. I'll be back. **Isabella:** (As he turns away) Non so nulla... Non voglio problemi. Voglio solo tornare a casa... **Hunter:** (Pauses at the edge of the café, holding the phone to his ear but looking back at Isabella with a frustrated, almost sorry expression. He then turns and walks out, his voice low) Yeah, what do you have for me? Another one? **Isabella:** (Falls silent, staring back at the image on her camera screen. She whispers to herself, haunted) Perché non sono rimasta a casa...