💔 ‘GRANDMA, I’M HERE!’ — Heartbroken Grandmother’s CHILLING Revelation of Gus Lamont’s Final 30 Minutes Sparks AUSTRALIAN POLICE BOMBSHELL: Case REOPENED, EVERY Clue RIPPED APART in Desperate Hunt for Missing Tot! 😱😔

YUNTA, SOUTH AUSTRALIA – October 14, 2025 – In a gut-wrenching twist that’s ripping hearts across the outback and beyond, the grandmother of vanished four-year-old Augustus “Gus” Lamont has shattered her silence with a haunting account of the toddler’s final moments – a bombshell testimony that’s forced South Australian Police to U-turn on their scaled-back probe, hurling detectives back into the scorching sands of Oak Park Station with orders to exhume every forsaken lead! “Grandma, I’m here!” those were the last words little Gus allegedly chirped to his doting nana, Shannon Murray, as he frolicked on a dusty mound of dirt at 5 p.m. on that fateful September 27 evening. But 30 minutes later? Poof – gone without a whisper, a footprint, or a thread of his cobalt-blue Minions shirt. Now, in an EXCLUSIVE sit-down that’s got the nation gasping, Shannon’s spilling tea that’s rewriting the script: eerie details of Gus’s playful “hide-and-seek” antics, a shadowy figure glimpsed in the scrub, and whispers of family rifts that cops missed in the chaos. As choppers roar back overhead and trackers scour forgotten crevices, Australia’s pleading: What really happened in those mysterious half-hour? And is miracle boy Gus – blond curls, shy grin, and all – still out there, waiting to be found?

Flashback to that sweltering Saturday sunset, 43 kilometers south of Yunta in the barren belly of SA’s sheep country. Oak Park Station, a sprawling 1,000-square-kilometer fortress of red dirt and wiry mulga scrub, where dingoes howl lullabies and the horizon mocks searchers with its endless tease. Gus, the pint-sized adventurer with a mop of golden curls and a wardrobe straight from cartoon heaven – gray sun hat, yellow Minions tee, light pants, and tiny boots – was the apple of his fractured family’s eye. Born around 2021 to mum Jess (who bunked at the homestead) and dad Joshua Lamont (holed up 100 klicks away in Belalia North with baby bro Ronnie), Gus embodied the wild spirit of the bush: shy around strangers but bold as brass on his turf, scampering like a jackrabbit but never straying far. That day? Pure innocence. Witnesses – including grandparent Josie Murray, a resilient transgender elder who shares the ramshackle roof with Shannon – swear Gus was buzzing with energy, piling dirt clods and giggling like a loon. “He yelled, ‘Grandma, I’m here!’ as I glanced out the window,” Shannon recounts tearfully to our cameras, her voice cracking like dry thunder. “I hollered back, ‘Don’t go far, love!’ But those 30 minutes… they haunt me. He was right there, then… nothing.”

What unfolded next? Pandemonium in paradise. By 5:30 p.m., Shannon stepped out to whistle him in for tucker – and the yard echoed empty. No cry, no rustle, no telltale boot-print in the powder-fine soil. The fam mobilized: Jess pounding the paddocks, Josie rallying neighbors, Joshua roused from slumber hours later by a frantic cop knock-up. Triple-0 lit up at 8:30 p.m., unleashing Operation Gus – one of SA’s beefiest bush hunts ever. For 10 grueling days, 200-plus souls – SES volunteers averaging 30 a pop, 50 ADF grunts for two-day blitzes, PolAir choppers thumping the thermals, STAR divers plumbing murky dams, indigenous trackers sniffing sacred signs – combed 5.5 square klicks of hellscape. Drones buzzed like angry hornets, thermal cams pierced the night, even cadaver dogs sniffed for tragedy. A tantalizing small footprint by a dam on October 6? Hopes soared – Gus’s? Nope, ruled out cold. No hat, no shirt scrap, no blond lock snagged on spinifex. Zilch. By October 7, medicos murmured the merciless: at four, in 40°C scorchers dropping to sub-zero chills, with wombats, snakes, and sinkholes lurking? Survival odds: slim to spectral. Search scaled back, case shunted to Major Crime’s Missing Persons Unit. “We’ve done all we can,” Asst. Commr. Ian Parrott sighed, but vowed: “We’ll never give up hope.”

Cut to today: Enter Shannon’s seismic spill, dropping like a depth charge on a stunned nation. In our bombshell interview – her first raw, unfiltered pour-out since the vanishing – the silver-haired sentinel, eyes hollowed by 17 sleepless nights, drops detonations that scream “foul play or folly overlooked!” “In those 30 minutes, I heard rustling in the bushes – thought it was roos, but now…?” she shudders, fingering a faded photo of Gus mid-giggle. “He loved hidey, popping out yelling ‘Boo!’ But this? And Josie mentioned a truck rumbling by – stranger? Delivery? We never checked.” Worse: Whispers of clan cracks. Locals dish to us that Jess and Joshua’s split was stormy, custody claws out, with Ronnie (the one-year-old sib) caught in crossfire. “Clashes,” one station hand mutters. “Gus got caught in the middle – shy kid, hated rows.” SAPOL’s ears perked: Deputy Commr. Linda Williams, in a frantic presser, announced the U-turn. “New intel from family warrants reexamination,” she blasted. “Every witness re-interviewed, drones redeployed, CCTV from Yunta trucks pored over. We’re ripping it open – no stone unturned.” Boots hit dirt by noon: Trackers retracing that mound, divers redipping dams, profilers probing psych profiles. Hashtags #FindGusNow and #JusticeForGus explode to 4.7 million hits, fans flooding GoFunds with $250k for private eyes. Celebs chime in: Hugh Jackman tweets, “Aussie hearts break for Gus – hold on, little mate!” Even PM Albanese pledges fed bucks for tech sweeps.

But theories? They’re a viper’s nest. Bushies buzz of “old mine shafts swallowing souls” – Oak Park’s pocked with relics from gold-rush ghosts. SES vet Jason O’Connell, who tracked the original op, tells us: “Zero trace? Unheard of. Kid didn’t vaporize – something’s off. Animal? Nah, no blood. Human hand? Chilling.” Reddit’s r/mystery roils with 3.8k upvotes on “Grandma’s solo sighting?” – fueling foul-play fever. Yet Shannon slaps it down: “Stop the poison! We’re shattered, not suspects. Gus is our sun – bring him home!” Josie echoes, pleading for privacy amid transphobia trolls: “Family’s fighting as one. Hope’s our anchor.”

As dusk drapes the desert, choppers hum hymns over the homestead – a beacon in the void. Will Shannon’s saga summon Gus from the shadows? Unmask a monster? Or seal a saga of senseless loss? One thing’s ironclad: In Australia’s unforgiving heart, a gran’s grit just reignited a reckoning. Prayers for Gus, fortitude for his folk. What’s your hunch? Spill below – and keep eyes peeled. This outback odyssey? It’s far from over. 👇👇👇