Search Party Novels & Stories

I look around and listen for the sounds of a party, but it’s a large building, and I don’t hear anything. I see a man behind the counter. He’s on the phone, so I walk over and wait for him to finish. He glances at me and then does a double-take, hanging up the phone quickly. “Yes, miss?” he says, looking below my neck and not in my eyes. I pull the shawl around me a little better. “How can I help you?” “I’m looking for the party for Merriweather and Associates,” I explain. “My husband is waiting for me there, but I can’t get him to answer my texts.”

SERENA I sat on my bed with my laptop open and my phone beside it, refreshing pages that didn’t change no matter how many times I reloaded them. I’d been at it for over an hour, clicking through the same empty results, spelling his name differently, adding and removing words, switching between tabs like that might somehow shake something loose. Nothing. No social media that matched. No tagged photos. No LinkedIn, no half-forgotten forum account, no college club page with his name buried in a list. I tried different cities. I tried different spellings. I tried looking up Lily instead, hoping he might be attached to her somewhere.

Confirming that after tonight's meeting ended, she would remember to eat something. Dorian's projector hummed on. Its blue light casting the Northern mountain lines on the map in half-light, half-shadow. A new waveform jumped out from the corner of the screen. The search keywords he was running. *Marcus. Greyhollow. Underground city. The First One. Nyx.* The last word flickered on the screen. No match found. In the encrypted channel, Dorian sent out a pulse so brief only she could hear it. Only two words. *Still searching.* She pulled over an empty chair. She sat down. She folded her hands on the table's edge.

Lucas looked at the screen. Several locations appeared. HILTON CITY. NORTHSTAR. MERIDIAN AVIATION. UNKNOWN PRIVATE AIRFIELD. Lucas pointed at the last one. “That.” Xavier nodded. “That's the problem.” “Why?” “There is no registered name.” Lucas frowned. “Can you locate it?” “I'm working on it.” James suddenly leaned forward. “Wait.” Xavier looked at him. “What?” James stared at the coordinates. “I've seen those numbers before.” Lucas turned.

He was left with forty nine names to look into. Going through the CCTV could have been easier but unfortunately it was not working on the day of the party. "Damn it." He took a deep breath. He needed to find Fargo's companion as soon as possible to get to him. Fargo companion must be someone of high calibre that he wasn't close with and a female at that. Then just an idea hit him, he was going to take a gamble. "let's have a party, it's been a while." A smile appeared on his face. "The list isn't useless after all."

Though they were distraught, they tried their best to recall any telling details that might help shed light on their daughter's disappearance. With newfound determination, Logan and Christopher delved deeper into the investigation. They organized search parties, consisting of volunteers from the community who were eager to assist in any way possible. Each volunteer was provided with a photograph of Samantha and given specific areas of the park to scour for any signs of her presence. The gravity of the situation resonated with every search party member as they fanned out, their gazes scanning the surroundings for any hint of the missing girl.

Lucy said as a slow grin began to form on the edges of her lips. “Where would we even find information like that? It’s not like we can sift through a phone book and try and call every number belonging to a caspian.it will take forever.” Maia grimaced. “We would have to search by surname anyway, Maia. The old directories don’t work like that and I’m not even sure we have one for mobile phones. The way I see it, we have two choices. We can either ask a ranked member to do some digging for us, which will probably get back to Noah and then he’s gonna be pissed all over again, track anyone named Caspian down and give them a royal beating…OR …we can hit the student records.”

I said as I pulled up my phone and called the private investigator I had hired to find Sally, The man quickly answered my phone "Have you checked all of the airports?" I asked the man "Yes, her name didn't come up for the people that boarded any plane in the last 48 hours" the man said proving my suspicions "She is probably hiding here somehow, continue looking for her" I said and hang up the call and then turned to Adam "Take care of everything and call me if anything important comes up, I will go and Pay Sally's sister a visit" I said "Okay, good luck" Adam said and soon after, I was on the road going to Rita's school which was two hours away.

Then an idea struck me—I need to investigate the name and find out who it really belongs to. Therefore, I go on G****e, open the search bar, and carefully type in the name, hoping to uncover any information about its true owner. My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment, my mind racing with possibilities. As I hit 'Enter,' I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety, eager to see what the search results would reveal. The information on the website reads:

Ruby. I did not waste time packing up to spend two days with Racheal. We were not going there to have fun. We were on a mission to search for Jasper. Our first move the moment we got to her house, was to browse the internet and social media for men with the name Jasper. He went through five hundred profiles and soon fell asleep. After breakfast, we continued the search, after searching one thousand, we gave up. There was no way we could find him online.