Run: 2026-10-08-01M4DYNX7QCG8SVQXW50PKGM4A

*Note: Isabella speaks only Italian. English translations appear in brackets. Hunter speaks only English.* *Bea's Pie & Coffee, Main Street, Alborn, Minnesota. Monday morning, two days after the apple festival. The air smells of cinnamon and coffee. Isabella sits alone by the window, staring at the screen of her camera.* Hunter: (pulling out the chair across from her without asking) "Detective Hunter. You're the one with the camera, right? Were you out at the Halvorsen orchard Saturday night?" Isabella: (startled, looking up too fast, voice unsteady) "Mi scusi? Sì... sì, ero lì. Sabato sera. Io non... non riesco a..." *[Excuse me? Yes... yes, I was there. Saturday night. I can't... I can't...]* Hunter: (brow furrowing, completely lost) "Okay. Slow down. Is that Spanish?" Isabella: "Italiano." *[Italian.]* Hunter: (dry) "Italian. Great. You speak English?" Isabella: (shaking her head) "Non parlo inglese." *[I don't speak English.]* Hunter: (sighing, sliding his phone across the table) "Figured. Marjorie Lund. Seventy-one. Went missing Saturday night at the Halvorsen orchard. Third person to vanish from Alborn since September." Isabella: (face crumpling as she recognizes the woman in the photo) "La signora delle torte..." *[The pie lady...]* "Mi ha dato una fetta, sabato. Mi ha sorriso." *[She gave me a slice, on Saturday. She smiled at me.]* Hunter: (miming a fork lifting to his mouth, one eyebrow raised) "Pie?" Isabella: (a shaky laugh breaking through the tears) "Sì! Torta di mele." *[Yes! Apple pie.]* Hunter: (sounding it out, badly) "Tor-ta dee meh-lay. Okay. Did you see her Saturday night? Anything?" Isabella: (voice breaking) "Ho scattato tantissime foto, quella sera. Ma non avevo capito niente. Non fino a stamattina." *[I took so many photos that evening. But I hadn't understood anything. Not until this morning.]* Hunter: (holding out his hand for the camera) "Show me." Isabella: (turning the camera around, hands trembling) "Guardi. Lei è qui, tra gli alberi." *[Look. She's here, among the trees.]* Hunter: (squinting at the screen) "Yeah. Red coat. That's her." Isabella: (tapping the screen) "E guardi la porta del fienile. C'è un uomo. Alto. Con un cappello." *[And look at the barn door. There's a man. Tall. Wearing a hat.]* Hunter: (leaning in, voice going flat and focused) "Hang on. Where?" Isabella: (pointing at a dark shape in the doorway, then miming a wide brim above her head) "Qui. Il cappello, così. E la stava guardando." *[Here. The hat, like this. And he was watching her.]* Hunter: (pulling a notebook from his jacket) "Tall. Hat. Watching her. Name?" Isabella: "Mi chiamo Isabella." *[My name is Isabella.]* Hunter: (glancing back at the screen) "Isabella. Okay. Did you see his face?" Isabella: (shaking her head, miserable) "Non lo so. Non ho visto la sua faccia. Ho paura. Ho paura di averla lasciata lì da sola." *[I don't know. I didn't see his face. I'm scared. I'm scared I left her there alone.]* Hunter: (dropping his voice, miming slow breaths) "Hey. You didn't leave anybody anywhere. You were taking pictures of trees. In for four. Out for four." Isabella: (nodding slowly, understanding the tone if not the words) "Grazie." *[Thank you.]* Hunter: "Yeah. You're welcome." Isabella: (scribbling on a napkin, then tapping the time stamp on her screen) "Alle ventuno e cinquantadue." *[At twenty-one fifty-two.]* Hunter: (reading the napkin, then looking up sharply) "Twenty-one fifty-two. Nine fifty-two p.m. Last sighting we've got is nine-thirty, by the cider barn. So she was still out there at nine fifty-two." *(His phone buzzes. He checks the screen, and his jaw tightens.)* Hunter: (into the phone, jaw tight) "Say that again." Hunter: (listening, then sharply) "Where, exactly?" Hunter: "Nobody touches that barn until I get there." Hunter: (already on his feet, pointing at her camera) "I've gotta go. Don't delete anything. Not one picture." Isabella: (nodding quickly) "Non cancellerò niente." *[I won't delete anything.]* Hunter: (pointing out the window, then at the floor, firm) "Good. And stay in town. Not out at the orchard." Isabella: (rising from her chair, voice climbing) "Aspetti! Non se ne vada. Mi deve ascoltare!" *[Wait! Don't go. You have to listen to me!]* Hunter: (already heading for the door) "Yeah, I'm not getting any of that." *(The bell over the door jingles as Hunter pushes it open. He stops and looks back.)* Isabella: (quietly) "Mi crede?" *[Do you believe me?]* Hunter: (pausing in the doorway) "Isabella, I don't understand a word you just said. But yeah. I believe you."