Run: 2026-09-23-01M36NXTZSJA6D3Y3QH37WFW5R

Isabella: "The light caught the old mill just before sunset. I think I have it—" Hunter: "Isabella?" Isabella: "Sì?" Hunter: "I’m Detective Hunter. Mind if I ask you about what happened at the apple festival last night?" Isabella: "La festa? I was there. I took pictures of the lanterns by the river." Hunter: "I’m sorry. I don’t speak Italian." Isabella: "Oh." Hunter: "Did you see anyone near the footbridge after the music stopped?" Isabella: "I saw a man. He was standing beneath the willow tree, watching the water." Hunter: "Can you describe him?" Isabella: "I don’t know. Tall, perhaps. Dark coat. But then I heard a splash, and—" Hunter: "And what?" Isabella: "Someone was calling for help. I ran toward the sound, but there was no one there. Only a scarf on the bank." Hunter: "You seem upset. Is that what happened?" Isabella: "Sì. No—yes. I keep thinking I should have done more." Hunter: "You did the right thing by telling me." Isabella: "You can’t understand me." Hunter: "No. But I can see you’re frightened. Would you write down what you remember?" Isabella: "I can try. I have the photographs, too." Hunter: "Those might help. May I look at them?" Isabella: "Yes. Here." Hunter: "This is the footbridge?" Isabella: "Yes. The man is here. At the edge of the picture." Hunter: "That’s useful. Could you send me a copy?" Isabella: "Of course." Hunter: "Thank you. I’ll have someone who speaks Italian talk with you properly." Isabella: "I would like that." Hunter: "My phone." Isabella: "You should answer." Hunter: "Hunter." Isabella: "Is it about the missing person?" Hunter: "Possibly. I have to go." Isabella: "Will you come back?" Hunter: "Yes. Stay here, and don’t delete those photographs." Isabella: "I won’t." Hunter: "And Isabella?" Isabella: "Sì?" Hunter: "You did enough. We’ll take it from here." Isabella: "Grazie."