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McDonald smirked, grabbing her coat. "Pack your notebook, Dodds. We’re going to have a word with the translator. And this time, we won't need subtitles to understand their confession."

DS Dodds looked up from a precariously balanced tower of biscuits, his spectacles sliding down his nose. "The shipping magnate who went missing from his villa? I’ve been looking at the security footage, ma'am. But there’s a bit of a... linguistic hurdle." McDonald smirked, grabbing her coat

Dodds clicked his pen three times—a nervous habit. "Actually, ma'am, I think it’s neither. I noticed something in the Greek subtitles provided by the estate. Look at the word 'υπότιτλος' (subtitle) at the bottom. It’s misspelled in a very specific way. It’s missing the 'tau'—the same typo found in the ransom note we recovered yesterday." And this time, we won't need subtitles to

"The victim’s daughter sent over a transcript," McDonald said, "but the translation looks like it was put through a blender. One line says he’s 'buying the farm,' and the next says he’s 'planting a vineyard.' Which is it? Is he being threatened or starting a hobby?" But there’s a bit of a

McDonald leaned over his shoulder. On the screen, a grainy video showed the victim arguing with a masked figure. The audio was a chaotic blur of Greek and English.

The sun was barely over the limestone crescents of Bath when DCI Lauren McDonald marched into the station, clutching a tablet.