Chapter 8 - The Desperate Search Party
The chilling confession sent a fresh wave of panic through the room, spurring the police officers into immediate action.
Officer Henderson called for backup on his tactical radio, requesting a full K-9 unit and search-and-rescue teams to scour the property.
Natalie grabbed Graham by the lapels of his ruined tuxedo, her face drenched in hot tears.
“If anything happens to my baby, Graham, I will personally tear you both apart,” she sobbed violently.
Graham didn't pull away; he simply nodded, accepting every ounce of her fury as his rightful punishment.
“We’re going to find her, Natalie. I swear to God we’re going to find her,” Graham choked out, his voice breaking.
The search parties fanned out across the country club grounds, flashlights cutting through the bright afternoon sunlight as they searched every nook and cranny.
Natalie led the charge toward the old maintenance sheds near the lake, remembering the last ping on the digital watch map.
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The path was overgrown with thick briars and thorny bushes that tore at her dress, but she didn't feel the pain at all.
Her only focus was finding her little girl alive.
