Page 104 of Griffin
Griffin
I see the light leave Savannah and my anger grows. Not at her. She isn’t at fault. But at Melissa. The one person who Savannah has been close with for months.
As I wait for my security team to email through what information they have, I pray that Melissa took him for a walk and will come through the bakery doors with him like nothing's happened. Like we’re all crazy for overreacting.
But deep in my gut, I know that’s not the case.
“I’ve requested an Amber Alert across the state,” the sheriff tells me, and I pull my wife close to me, increasingly feeling her body sag with every new piece of information.
“It’s only been a few hours, but it’s best to get on top of these things early and be wrong than leave them to the last moment and lose precious hours.” He looks at Savannah, and she nods. Her face is now pale.
My cell chimes, and I bring up the email from my security team.
“What do they have?” Tanner’s on high alert.
My eyes skim the file. “No address, but they have the registration of her car.”
“What is it?” The sheriff is on it. As I read out the registration, he gets busy calling it in.
“We’ll find him. He’s safe, he’ll be fine,” I whisper to Savannah, kissing the top of her head as I feel her shaking in my arms.
“I’ve got a contact at the FBI if we need it.” Sawyer nods to me. I know he’s already probably been calling and getting people on standby. I said it in my speech earlier, but these people right here are my family, and they’re the best family anyone could ask for. Tanner and Connor stand ready and concerned. Sawyer is in full legal mode. Hudson is at the ready, thinking about everyone he knows. Sutton I know would step forward in a moment's notice for anything that we might need.
“Alright, got an address. A place on the outskirts of Williamstown.”
“Williamston?” Savannah frowns, looking at him.
“67 Plentyville Drive…” the sheriff adds, and her frown deepens with knowing.
“Do you know it?” I see her come back to life a little. Anger swirling and replacing the helplessness and despair she had moments ago.
“It’s in my old neighborhood.”
I suck in a breath, and the sheriff curses. I see her thinking, trying to work out if she knows the exact place.
“I don’t know the street very well. I can’t think if anyone lives down there whom I might know…”
“Let’s go,” I bark to the group and pull her with me.
“Wait, you can’t go banging on doors and…” The sheriff is talking, but I ain't listening. Pulling Savannah with me, Tanner and the other guys get in their trucks too.
“Jesus Christ, you boys… leave it to us!” I hear the sheriff yell, but it’s too late; we’re already on the road. Truck after truck in convoy, Savannah and I leading and speeding out of Whispers.
“We’ll get him,” I tell her, because I’m adamant we will.
“I can’t think … It has to be connected, though, right?”
“Where does Pastor Greg live?” I bite out, knowing that guy gave us the creeps in the hospital.
“He lives at the church house near the church…”
“Does he have another place?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know… I mean, I don’t think so, but I don’t really know…”
I clench my jaw and push the accelerator harder as I hear sirens from behind.
“If this is my family again, or someone from the church…” Her tone deepens, and her fingers tighten around mine with her anger.
