NATE
"Keep searching!" George yelled. The dogs were sniffing and the wolves were leaving no stone unturned. We were yet to find any trace.
The sun was already starting to set and soon, there would be low visibility. There was still no lead on Gemma. The more time we wasted, the more the chances of Gemma being killed.
"Over here!" Someone called my attention.
I walked over to where he stood. I crouched down and stared at the footprint in the sand. I looked at George.
"It's not the same. But this could mean that he wasn't working alone." George suggested.
I stood to my feet. "You're right." I agreed and turned to the man. "Look for more of these footprints and find the location they're heading towards."
It took him a couple of minutes but he started finding the footprints more easily.
