RELEASE DAY SPOTLIGHT & GIVEAWAY: Nocturnal Meetings of the Misplaced
Title: NOCTURNAL MEETINGS OF THE MISPLACED
Tommy Walker and his little sister are sent to live with relatives they’ve
never met. Tommy soon makes friends with Finn Wilds, a rebellious local who lives with his volatile and abusive stepfather, who also happens to be the town’s sheriff.
Finn invites Tommy to late night meetings in the woods, where Tommy gets to know two girls. He forms a special and unique connection with both girls. The meetings become a place where the kids, who don’t fit in at school, or home can finally belong. As the group of friends begin to unravel clues to a cold case murder and kidnapping— they learn the truth is darker and closer than they ever imagined. Even if they live to tell, will anyone believe them?
A tense look flashed across her face, and she briefly grimaced. “This is going to sound crazy, but—”
Silence sat down and wrung her hands together. “When my mom was young, this man took her. He kept her for years, a lifetime.” She told me the story without any emotion like she was detached from it. “She named me Silence because that way he would know she’d keep the secret.”It did sound crazy, but I knew she was telling the truth. Never had a name been more beautiful, or tragic. “Did the guy ever get arrested?”She shook her head “no.” “My mom hadn’t told anyone, but me and my grandmother. And she doesn’t even know
where the house is or the man’s name. Or if she does, she won’t say. He just left her in the woods one day. Not far from our house.” Her voice sounded dreary but removed, even numb. She dropped her head down and looked exhausted.I blinked to clear my head of fog. “Wow.” I was at a loss. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?” I wanted to help her, but I didn’t know how.She leaned forward. “I found this letter. My mom must have taken it while she was kidnapped.” Silence dug into her jeans pocket. She presented me with a simple piece of folded notebook paper. “I’ve only shown this to Finn and Annie. They didn’t know what to do. I thought you seemed really smart.”I moaned a little in disagreement, chewing the corner of my thumbnail, admitting, “I’m a straight-C student.”She pushed the letter at me.The handwriting was shaky. The paper had yellowed and aged with time. It read:If you find this paper, my name is Laney Serel. A man has kidnapped me and has taken my baby. He kept me
in a basement and has moved me to a log cabin in the woods. I think he’s going to kill me. If he does, I at least want someone to help my daughter andThe letter was torn and stopped in midsentence.
I’m a writer, avid reader, and HufflePuff, who wants a re-do at the sorting hat. I am a wife and proud mom, too.