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From Bestselling and Pencraft Award-winning author Andrew J Brandt, a heart-wrenching mystery that will make you "maybe leave a light or two on." (Lindsey Jesionowski)When missing twelve-year-old Johnny Howardwick has been seemingly erased from the school yearbook, three friends use the mystery to jumpstart their own true-crime podcast.As they investigate their classmate's disappearance, they discover that it wasn't a single event and they set out to uncover their small Tennessee town's dark secrets—before one of them becomes its next victim.Picture Unavailable is a YA mystery "perfect for fans of Stranger Things" (Hannah Morrissey, author of Hello, Transcriber).PRAISE FOR PICTURE UNAVAILABLE"A spine tingling supernatural thriller sure to raise the hair on your arms!" - Katherine St. John, author of The Lion's Den"Relatable and gut-wrenching...well done, Mr. Brandt." - Alexander Richter, author of The Victorian Vigilante"Brandt's best work to date!" - Rick Treon, author of Let the Guilty PayEXCERPT FROM PICTURE UNAVAILABLE:They started toward the street as the rustling continued behind them. As they ran toward the asphalt, Stephen’s foot caught in a pothole. He tumbled forward, his bag of treats spilling out.“No!” he cried. “My candy!”Ben was crouching down to help scoop it up when he saw their pursuer in the alley.It made him freeze once again. It wasn’t Tyler, or his cronies, or any other person. It was a shadow, a darkness swallowing everything. Like a black hole, Ben could see all matter, even the snow, being sucked into its seething maw. It left nothing in its wake.“Stephen.” The name croaked out of his throat with more effort than he should have needed. “Stephen, let’s go!”He reached to pull his friend up, but the boy continued to scoop candy back into the bag.“Stephen!” Ben screamed. The shadow grew closer, sucking in the air and light behind them. “Run!” His voice was shrill in the night yet sounded far away as it echoed through the alley.Getting to his feet and sobbing, Stephen held what candy he could close to his chest as the two boys ran for the street. Behind them, the shadow grew closer. Ben could feel the cold nothingness on their heels.In the front yard of a nondescript house ahead of them, a lamp glowed in the night. Erected on a wrought iron pole, its natural gas light emanated warmth. Ben felt the pull of the light, and everything inside him screamed that they needed to get to the lamp.“To the lamp!” he cried out.Stephen’s entire costume rippled as he ran, candy falling from his arms. Like Hansel and Gretel, a stream of Tootsie Rolls, Dots, and Reese’s cups lined the path they ran as they sprinted toward the light.“Ben!” Stephen said between sobs. “Ben, I can’t…”“You have to!” Ben cried. “Run!”“Ben!”Ben turned to see Stephen slow, his thick legs no longer able to push his body. Reaching out to his friend, Ben meant to take Stephen’s hand, to pull him, to put the boy on his shoulders if needed—whatever it took to get them to the lamp.But there, in front of him, no more than three yards away, the darkness swallowed his friend.“Stephen!” Ben cried. Turning, fear pounding in his chest, Ben reached out and touched the metal of the lamp post. He wrapped his fingers around it, then his arms, then his whole body. His eyes clinched as tight as his grip on the pole as he waited for the shadow to take him, too.It never happened.

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