Chapter 65

The search team started moving.
Rawle glanced at a set of pictures of Jack and Tamara that were posted up on a portable corkboard in front of Big Orange, the school bus. Rawle had been there when the photo of Jack was taken. It was at a house party, last summer. Rawle was somewhere in the background, out of focus.
The search began through a section of bush west of the parking lot, uphill and over frozen ground, rocks, snow and broken tree trunks.
It was a large section of dense, unused Crown land, touched only by a thick sash of hydro poles bulldozing through in a diagonal line.
Hasty Team, Team One, despite being the faster of the two teams, still moved at a maddeningly slow, methodical pace. They looked in every direction, every few metres, even backward, to make sure nothing stayed hidden behind the tightly-aligned tree-trunks and uneven ground.
A single scrap of clothing could provide an invaluable clue, and alter the entire scope of the search.
Rawle had been assigned to Hasty Team, because of his personal stake in the outcome, but what he really wanted to do was run through the woods screaming.
Hasty Team was to conduct a scan of the one-kilometre radius around Jack and Tee’s last known location, their ‘doughnut zone.’
Statistically, half of all missing persons were found within their doughnut zone, either dead or alive.