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Hunter: "Melanie Fischer? Detective Hunter. I need to ask you about Nora Pike—the woman who disappeared after the apple festival." Melanie: "Nora? Nein... Ich habe sie nicht gekannt. Ich war nur dort, um das Abendlicht zu fotografieren." (Her fingers tighten around the camera. She glances toward the café window, visibly shaken.) Hunter: "You were near the old orchard that night?" Melanie: "Ja. Am Seitentor. Ich habe einen Schrei gehört, und dann—" (She stops, swallowing hard.) "Da war jemand im Dunkeln." Hunter: "I’m sorry. I don’t understand German. Do you speak English?" Melanie: "Nein. Es tut mir leid." (She shakes her head, then fumbles with the camera controls.) Hunter: "All right. Show me." Melanie: "Hier. Das war kurz vor Sonnenuntergang." (She turns the camera screen toward him and taps the first image, a wide shot of the orchard and its crooked side gate.) Hunter: "That’s the festival grounds?" Melanie: "Ja—" (She catches herself at his blank expression, then points at the festival banner in the photograph.) "Das Fest. Und hier..." (She swipes to the next image.) Hunter: "What am I looking at?" Melanie: "Der Wagen. Er stand dort, wo er nicht stehen durfte." (She taps a dark shape beyond the gate, then traces a line with her finger, showing it moving out of the frame.) Hunter: "A car leaving the orchard." Melanie: "Ohne Licht. Ganz langsam." (She raises a trembling hand, miming the car creeping forward.) "Und da—sehen Sie?" Hunter: "I see something red." Melanie: "Ein Schal. Oder ein Tuch. Es hing am Zaun." (She zooms in. Her breathing quickens.) "Ich dachte, es wäre nur ein Stück Stoff. Aber dann habe ich die Polizei gesehen." Hunter: "You saw someone at the gate, then a car leave with its lights off." Melanie: "Nein, nein—nicht jemand. Ich weiß es nicht. Ich weiß nur, dass dort etwas nicht stimmt." (She presses a hand to her chest, then points urgently at the screen.) Hunter: "I wish I could understand you." Melanie: "Ich auch." (For a moment, she meets his eyes. Then she lowers them to the camera.) Hunter: "Can I take a picture of that image?" Melanie: "Ja." (She nods and holds the camera steady while he photographs the screen with his phone.) Hunter: "This could help. Thank you." Melanie: "Bitte... finden Sie heraus, was passiert ist." (She watches him closely, though his answer is only a reassuring nod.) Hunter: "I will." Hunter: "Hunter." (His phone rings. He answers, listening, his expression tightening.) "Where? I’m on my way." Melanie: "Was ist los?" Hunter: "I have to go." (He points to the camera, then gestures for her to keep it safe.) "Don’t delete anything." Melanie: "Ich werde es nicht löschen." Hunter: "I’m sorry—I still don’t understand." Melanie: "Ich weiß." (She gives him a small, worried nod.) Hunter: "Stay here a minute, all right?" (He gestures toward the café table, then hurries out with his phone to his ear.)