My groping fingers located a simple metal bracket on the wall behind me.

His groping fingers clutched at the edge of the trapdoor opening.

His groping fingers felt rough walls, a rough floor, loose rocks.

His groping fingers eventually found out why when they contacted the ragged end of the cable that connected the gun with the holster.

McClears' groping fingers reached the upper edge of the door crevice.

Her groping fingers had found a hub of bone and tattered flesh.

Her groping fingers found a doorpost, gripped it; it was moving too.

His groping fingers met a shaggy mass that stirred and whimpered.

Her groping fingers touched something cold and hard.

His groping fingers found a large copper jelly mould.