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Isabella: "La ragazza... era lì, poi è sparita. (Her fingers tighten around the camera.)" Hunter: "I'm sorry. I don't understand. I don't speak Italian. I’m Detective Hunter. Were you at the apple festival Saturday?" Isabella: "Sì. Le lanterne si sono spente e tutti hanno gridato. Poi... lei non c'era più." Hunter: "I’m not following you. Can you show me?" Isabella: "Non capisci? (She looks from his face to his empty hands, then taps her camera screen.)" Hunter: "No. Not a word. Wait." (He opens a translation app and holds out his phone.) "Can you use this?" Isabella: "Sì. Grazie." (She reads the screen, then types.) "[The phone displays: I was taking photographs during the lantern walk. The girl was there, and then she was gone.]" Hunter: "The woman who disappeared? You saw her at the lantern walk?" Isabella: "Sì. Guarda." (She turns the camera toward him and scrolls through several pictures.) "In questa è qui. In quella dopo, no." [The phone displays: Yes. Look. In this one, she’s here. In the next one, she isn’t.] Hunter: "These are timestamped. Only a few seconds apart." Isabella: "Le luci si sono spente per pochi secondi. Tutti pensavano fosse uno scherzo." [The phone displays: The lights went out for a few seconds. Everyone thought it was a prank.] Hunter: "And you didn’t?" Isabella: "No. C'era un uomo vicino al cancello. Non ha cercato di aiutarla. Guardava me." [The phone displays: No. There was a man near the gate. He didn’t try to help her. He was watching me.] Hunter: "Can you show me?" Isabella: "Eccolo." (She taps the screen. In the last image, a dark figure stands just beyond the festival gate.) "In ogni foto è più vicino." [The phone displays: Here he is. In every picture, he’s closer.] Hunter: "Did you recognize him?" Isabella: "No. Ma nell'ultima guarda direttamente l'obiettivo. Come se sapesse che lo stavo fotografando." [The phone displays: No. But in the last one, he’s looking straight into the lens. As if he knew I was photographing him.] Hunter: "That’s important. Could you send me these?" Isabella: "Sì. Posso—" (Her eyes flick to his phone as it rings.) Hunter: "Sorry. I have to take this." (He answers, listens, then ends the call.) "I have to go. Please don’t delete the pictures." Isabella: "Aspetti. Le foto... le vuole?" (She points to the camera, then to him.) [The phone displays: Wait. The pictures... do you want them?] Hunter: "Keep your camera. I’ll come back for copies." (He types into the translator and turns the screen toward her: *Please keep the originals. I’ll return tomorrow.*) Isabella: "Domani. Va bene." (She nods, still holding the camera close.) Hunter: "Thank you, Isabella. Stay where people can see you, all right?" Isabella: "Sì." (She watches him hurry out, then lowers her eyes to the photograph of the man by the gate.)