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Lost & Found

Lost & Found

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by Colleen Coble

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An old photo brings a shocking revelation and it’s up to Emily and her best friend Olivia to solve the case!

Fourteen-year-old Emily O’Reilly and her best friend Olivia Webster have a knack for solving mysteries. Emily has been busily training her new puppy Sherlock to be a Search and Rescue dog so that the two can lead search-and-rescue


An old photo brings a shocking revelation and it’s up to Emily and her best friend Olivia to solve the case!

Fourteen-year-old Emily O’Reilly and her best friend Olivia Webster have a knack for solving mysteries. Emily has been busily training her new puppy Sherlock to be a Search and Rescue dog so that the two can lead search-and-rescue missions someday. So when Emily stumbles across an old photo of Olivia’s adoption day—a fact that has never been revealed to Olivia—the two quickly decide to uncover the mysterious details surrounding Olivia’s birth parents.

But the two bite off more than they can chew as they dig into learning more about Olivia’s adoption without notifying her parents. And to make matters worse, Emily’s mother Marika, a convicted felon recently released on parole, will stop at nothing to contact her daughter—a fact that Emily is not happy about.

When her beloved stepmother Naomi disappears, Emily takes it upon herself to connect the dots and conduct her own snow-bound search-and-rescue mission with Sherlock. Will Emily ever find the secret behind Naomi’s disappearance? And will Olivia ever learn the truth about her adopted parents?

“Colleen is a master storyteller.” –Karen Kingsbury

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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 6 Up—This second installment in a series of faith-based mysteries features 14-year-old Emily and her friend Olivia, who discovers that she is adopted. As the girls investigate a potential connection to Olivia's birth parents, someone sets fire to the school, and Emily's stepmother goes missing. The young teens try to solve all of these mysteries at once, but run afoul of their parents. While the plot is fast-paced and the overall mood suspenseful and engaging, the dialogue is clumsy and the narrative can feel pedantic. Set in a small town in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Cobble charmingly captures an interwoven community with festivals, school spirit, and overlapping relationships. Fans returning to the series will enjoy the welcome trip with familiar faces, but new readers might be confused at the lack of backstory for the many characters. The personal growth of Emily and Olivia is told rather than shown through their actions, which causes the characters to feel static. Though not outstanding, this is a solid choice for libraries who own the first title, Search & Rescue (Thomas Nelson, 2013), Cobble's adult series set in the same town, or in communities where Christian fiction is in high demand.—Elizabeth Nicolai, Anchorage Public Library, AK

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By Colleen Coble, Robin Caroll

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2013 Colleen Coble
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4003-2164-3


Something wasn't quite right.

Wrinkling her nose, Emily O'Reilly took a step back and stared at the centerpiece she'd just finished putting together. The big blue-and-gray crepe paper C looked lopsided somehow.

"What did you do to that?" Olivia Webster, Emily's best friend, asked with a giggle.

"I followed the instructions ... at least most of them." At fourteen, Emily thought she could manage a centerpiece without directions, but maybe she should have read them after all.

Olivia giggled again and reached for Emily's pathetic attempt at decorating. "You're hopeless, Em." Within seconds, she had the centerpiece level and looking like the others sitting on tables across the Rock Harbor Community Center. Olivia was a genius when it came to that sort of thing.

Emily? Not so much.

"Why are we decorating so early anyway? The celebration isn't until the weekend." Emily shoved the decoration's wrapping into the bag of trash she'd carried from table to table. "It's only Monday."

"Because we want everything to be perfect." Olivia pushed in a chair, straightened the glitter-littered tablecloth, and lifted the bag of trash. "It's too much to do all at once, and we don't want anything to get forgotten."

Emily sighed and followed her best friend. How, again, had she let Olivia talk her into serving on the homecoming celebration committee?

"It's going to be beautiful." Olivia tossed the bag into the trash can. "I can't wait."

Emily had to admit that everything did look really nice. And the night of the celebration would be epic—lots of food, lots of music, and lots of dancing. Dad and Naomi, Emily's stepmom, would probably slow dance. That would be embarrassing.

"Come on, let's head to my house. Mom and Dad should still be at the movies." Olivia led the way out of the front door.

The community center was one of the most beautiful buildings in town, built by Rock Harbor's early residents during the Copper Queen mining hype. Emily loved the building's really cool high ceilings and fun corners to explore.

Emily followed as the other volunteers spilled out onto Houghton Street. "I hope they don't get home sooner than you think." She jumped onto her bicycle and pedaled after her best friend.

A late-fall breeze tugged at Emily's hair, pushing a hint of the distinct scent of Lake Superior across the parking lot.

"Me too. But the movie isn't supposed to be over for"—Olivia checked her watch, her bike wobbling—"another forty minutes. It'll take them at least thirty to drive back home." She bumped over the curb and onto the sidewalk.

They biked down Houghton Street and passed the familiar sights of town. Rock Harbor might be smaller than some towns in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, but it more than made up for it with the quaintness of the town with its Victorian buildings and community activities. Soon the residents would own the town alone again. The summer and early fall tourist season was almost over now that winter was on its way in.

The girls coasted up Olivia's driveway and propped their bikes against the carport. Olivia unlocked the side door with the key she wore on a chain around her neck, hidden safely under her shirt.

Emily shut the door behind them. "I'm so glad Naomi thought of using your parents' wedding picture as the design for the anniversary cake. The baker said she needed a copy right away though. Do you have any idea where to look?"

"They used to have it out when I was a little girl. I'm not sure where Mom put it when we moved to this house." Olivia pulled out the top drawer in the desk by the door to the hall.

Emily moved to the bookcase and looked. "Did you know the first marriage license was issued in the mid-eighteen hundreds?"

"No, I didn't, and I don't understand why you even know that." Olivia shook her head, grinning, then turned back to the drawer. "You and your random facts."

Emily loved history—the more random, the better. Maybe that's why she loved being on the History Smackdown team so much.

"Do they have an office?" Emily asked. She should know because she'd spent the night there lots of times, but they usually hung out in Olivia's room. She'd been in the living room, the kitchen, and Olivia's room, but nowhere else.

"No. We have this computer desk, but that's about it." Olivia opened the next drawer. "But I'm not seeing any pictures."

"What about an attic?"

Olivia grinned. "The way you love attics is a little weird. But we only have a nasty one that you get to with a pull-down ladder, and it's full of insulation. Dad doesn't store anything up there. Mom says it's a death trap."

"Then where do they store stuff like your Christmas tree?"

"Oh! There's some attic space over the garage. We'll check if nothing's in the drawers."

Emily glanced through the books in the bookcase but found no photo albums. "Nothing here."

"Nothing here either." Olivia slammed the last desk drawer. "Let's check the garage."

Emily followed her to the garage, and together they managed to get the ladder pulled down. The exertion left Emily huffing. "How much time do we have left?"

Olivia disappeared up the ladder. "About a half hour." Her voice was muffled.

"We'd better hurry then. We'll need to get out of here so they don't know we came by." The girls were supposed to go to Emily's after helping out at the community center, but Naomi knew they were coming by to get the picture.

Olivia's face appeared in the hole above her. "There's nothing here but the Christmas tree and some boxes of ornaments."

"They have to keep things like this somewhere."

Olivia came back down the ladder, and the girls shoved it back into place. Olivia had a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and Emily brushed it off.

"Now what?" Emily asked.

"I didn't want to go into Mom and Dad's room. They keep it shut. But I think we have to. We don't have any other option, I guess."

Emily raised her brows. "You never go in there? Not even to crawl in bed with your mom and watch a movie or something?"

Olivia shook her head. "They don't have a TV in their bedroom."

"Haven't you even taken your parents breakfast in bed or something?"

Olivia just shook her head and led the way back inside the house.

Emily scrunched up her nose. There was something fishy about that. Emily and her two brothers loved piling on the bed whenever Dad didn't have to work. And sometimes even just with Naomi. Emily and Timmy always made Dad and Naomi breakfast in bed on their birthdays and for Mother's Day and Father's Day. But, Olivia was an only child. Maybe that changed things. Olivia's parents were crazy about Olivia though. And every family was different.

Standing outside the closed door to the bedroom, Emily's pulse sped up. "What if your mom catches us in here? Will we get in trouble?"

Olivia turned the doorknob. "No, she'll just tell me bedrooms are meant to be private places and should only be entered by invitation."

"Weird," Emily muttered. If she disobeyed a standing house rule, Dad would ground her. At least take away her phone for a week.

Olivia shoved the door open. "She says it's because she wants to teach me about boundaries."

"That makes sense I guess." Emily peered past the doorway into the bedroom. It was way neater than Dad and Naomi's. The bed didn't have a wrinkle, and the tables and dressers were cleared and held only a vase with fake flowers and a statuette. "No pictures here."

"There's one place I want to check. Mom's trunk." Olivia pointed to the foot of the bed where a cedar chest stood. There was a lacy coverlet draped over the shiny wood.

Emily could see Olivia's hesitation, so she stepped past her and lifted the cover to reveal the top. The lid rose easily, and the aroma of cedar wafted to her nose. She inhaled. "I love that smell."

Olivia knelt beside her. "Me too. And I think we've found the right place. There are all kinds of pictures and documents in here. Look, here's their marriage license."

It was nicely framed in black. "We can use it if we can't find their wedding photo." Emily laid it aside. "Here it is!" She pulled out the wedding photo showing a younger version of Olivia's parents posing together. "Your mom is so pretty." With Mrs. Webster's bright blue eyes and natural blond hair, she could've been a model.

"Yes, she is. I always wished I looked like her. I don't know who I look like though."

There was a picture under the wedding photo of a baby with a man and a woman. The woman was holding the little girl and smiling down at her. Emily picked it up. "Aw, too cute. How old were you here?"

She turned over the photo and froze when she read the words on the back: At Tarver's office the day of Olivia's adoption. July 13. She was three months old. Happy day!

Adopted? Liv was adopted? Emily's gaze flashed to Olivia, but words wouldn't come.

Olivia reached for the photo. "What's it say?"

Too late, Emily tried to pull it away, but Olivia's fingers held it in place while she read it. Emily was almost afraid to see her friend's expression, but she couldn't look away.

Olivia's eyes widened, and the color drained from her cheeks. "A-adopted?" Her voice was thick, then her fingers went slack, and the picture fell from her hand.

Emily touched her shoulder. "Liv? You okay?"

"I—I knew there was something ..." Her words choked off. "I thought I was just imagining things, you know? I don't look like either one of them."

Emily wished she knew what to say. She could only imagine how she would feel to find out she was adopted. Marika was a horrible mother, but at least Emily knew who she was. "What are you going to do?"

The tears were rolling down Olivia's face now. "I don't know. I can't admit to them that I found it without telling them I was in the chest. And they'll want to know why I was in there. I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Just like Olivia to think of everyone else's feelings before her own. "Maybe you can start asking questions about seeing baby pictures and stuff. I bet they've wanted to tell you but weren't sure how," Emily suggested.

"Maybe." Olivia got up and put the picture away. "We have to get out of here before Mom comes back. Just pray for me, Em." She straightened the coverlet back over the top of the cedar chest.

Her voice was choked. "You know I will, Liv. I'm sorry."

"Me too, Em. Me too. But you know what this means, don't you?"

Emily nodded. "You need to know who your real parents are. And I'll help you."

* * *

Olivia ... adopted.

Emily couldn't wrap her mind around it, and she ached for her friend. She didn't even know how she'd feel if she found out she was adopted. She stared up at the picture in the Phantom of the Opera frame sitting on the shelf over her computer. Taken last year, it was Naomi and Dad and Timmy and Matthew and her with Charley at their feet. The whole family hugged one another and smiled for the camera.

Sherlock growled.

Emily giggled at her puppy as he growled again, then pounced on the chew toy that had fallen off the edge of his bed by her desk. She hadn't even had him a month, and already she loved her puppy so much. She couldn't imagine giving him up now ... it would break her heart.

Who were Olivia's real parents, and why had they given her up? Why hadn't Mr. and Mrs. Webster told Olivia she was adopted? Lots of kids were adopted, so it wasn't like it was something to keep secret.

The back of the picture had said, At Tarver's office. Who was Tarver? Maybe the person at the adoption agency?

Emily quickly opened the browser on her computer, then ran a search for adoption agencies in the Upper Peninsula. Over forty-five results loaded. Forty-five? Sheesh, they'd never get through that many. She then ran a search for "adoptions in the Upper Peninsula" and "Tarver." Only two results loaded: Les Tarver and Charlotte Tarver, both listed as attorneys specializing in private adoptions. Les Tarver had an office in Ishpeming, which was about an hour and a half to two hours away, while Charlotte's office was in Marquette, one of the closest towns to Rock Harbor. Emily jotted down the information.

She opened two new tabs and began searches on both Les and Charlotte Tarver. She waited for both pages to load. The results on Les Tarver returned first. Emily read a few of the posts only to find Les Tarver had retired from the legal profession four years ago. If he was the attorney who handled Olivia's adoption, finding information might be difficult.

There were many more results on Charlotte Tarver. Pictures of her winning various legal awards, news articles about her work, and her website. Emily clicked on the website. She scanned the information, then found the Contact Us form. Should she fill it out? Olivia might not want her to. She hesitated for a moment, then typed a message stating she had some questions regarding adoptions approximately fourteen years ago.

"Timmy! Emily! Matthew! Dinner," Naomi called.

Emily clicked Send on the message, then closed the browser windows. It'd be nice if she got a response tomorrow. Maybe she and Olivia could ask Inetta Harris to help them with the research. She'd done so before, helping Emily clear her name when she'd been accused of stealing a valuable necklace. Yeah, she'd ask Inetta for help.

The phone rang, and she answered it before looking at the caller ID. "Liv, you won't believe this." Too late she realized it was the house phone, not her cell phone. It wouldn't be Olivia. "Uh, sorry. This is the O'Reilly residence."

"Just who I wanted to talk to."

Emily froze at the familiar throaty voice. It was Marika. "You're not supposed to call here," Emily stammered. Her pulse raced, and she knew she should hang up, but wasn't that rude?

Six years ago, her mother Marika had been accused of attempted murder. She'd testified against her partner and had gotten a lighter sentence, and just last month had been released from prison. Emily could still remember all the horrors that had happened to her and Timmy because of their mother. No, in Emily's heart, Naomi was her real mother.

"I miss you, honey. You and Timmy. I've changed. Let me prove it to you."

She went hot then cold at the thought. "I have to go." She clicked off the phone, then hugged herself and held her breath when it rang again. Let Dad or Naomi get it this time. It stopped after three rings. She sat in front of the computer and fought tears. Not now. Marika couldn't be back in her life now.

Rapid footsteps sounded in the hall, then her father's familiar hard rap came on her door. "Emily."

She leaped up and threw open the door. One look in her dad's face, and she knew he'd talked to Marika.

"The next time she calls, just hang up. She's not allowed to have contact with you."

Relief flooded her. "Yes, sir. She caught me off guard."

His eyes softened, and he put his hand on his shoulder. "I know. It's time for supper."

He gave her a big hug, and then they joined the rest of the family at the table. Dad offered up the prayer, then everyone began to fill their plates. Despite the yummy smell of one of Emily's favorite meals, beef pasties, she really didn't feel like eating.

"And me and Dave, we're making a volcano for our science project. It's gonna really blow up and everything." Her little brother Timmy rattled on and on about school stuff. Usually his nonstop talking drove Emily crazy, but right now, his constant jabbering was a welcome distraction. It gave her time alone with her thoughts.

"What's with all the breads and cakes in the pantry?" Dad asked Naomi.

"Ladies' group at church. I'm delivering a basket to the waitresses over at the Copper Club later tonight." Naomi finished cutting up Matthew's food and pushed his plate back in front of him.


"No. Bree is picking me up at nine."

Emily pushed her food around on her plate. She was really worried about Marika calling again, and she couldn't help but wonder how Olivia was. She'd sworn she wasn't going to tell her parents she'd found out, but Emily didn't know how. As it was, she wanted to tell Dad and Naomi about it but knew she couldn't. It wasn't her secret to tell, and Olivia had been betrayed enough.

"Emily, honey, is something wrong?"

She stared at Naomi from across the table. "Just not really hungry, I guess."

Dad cleared his throat. "Are you worried about Marika? I told her I'd press charges if she called again."

Excerpted from ROCK HARBOR LOST & FOUND by Colleen Coble, Robin Caroll. Copyright © 2013 Colleen Coble. Excerpted by permission of Thomas Nelson.
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USA Today bestselling author Colleen Coble has written several romantic suspense novels including Tidewater Inn, Rosemary Cottage, and the Mercy Falls, Lonestar, and Rock Harbor series. Visit her website at www.colleencoble.com Twitter: @colleencoble Facebook: colleencoblebooks

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Lost & Found 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
book4children More than 1 year ago
This is the second book in the Rock Harbor Search and Rescue series. I didn't read the first one, but I would suggest that if you read this series, you start at the beginning. Lots of the minor characters and back stories carry over. Emily's birth mother has shown up again, and she makes Emily nervous. Emily's best friend finds out a big secret and the girls start investigating. Meanwhile, people start disappearing and nobody seems to be talking. The girls must work together, with the help of a few friends, to locate the missing people and uncover the real reason that Emily's mother has returned. This is a Christian fiction novel for middle grade readers. There is a lot more religious content in it than in other books I've read for the age group. Some of it felt natural, and some felt forced, but I liked the themes of forgiveness, honesty, and faith that wove through the story. The book was okay. It didn't blow me away or keep me on the edge of my seat, but it was clean and well written. Some things didn't strike me as believable, but I think kids will enjoy this middle grade mystery. Source: I received a digital galley of this book in exchange for an honest review. Content: Clean
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VicG More than 1 year ago
Colleen Coble and Robin Carroll in their new book “Rock Harbor Lost & Found” Book Two in the Rock Harbor Search and Rescue series published by Thomas Nelson gives us another adventure with Emily O’Reilly. From the back cover:    An old photo, a shocking revelation and a mysterious disappearance–it’s up to Emily and adorable Search and Rescue puppy Sherlock to solve the case! Fourteen-year-old Emily O’Reilly and her best friend Olivia Webster have a knack for solving mysteries. So when Emily stumbles across an old photo of Olivia’s adoption day—a fact that has never been revealed to Olivia—the two quickly decide to uncover the mysterious details surrounding Olivia’s birth parents. But the two bite off more than they can chew as they dig into learning more about Olivia’s adoption without notifying her parents. And to make matters worse, Emily’s mother Marika, a convicted felon recently released on parole, will stop at nothing to contact her daughter—a fact that Emily is not happy about.  When her beloved stepmother Naomi disappears, Emily takes it upon herself to connect the dots and conduct her own snow-bound search-and-rescue mission with Sherlock. Will Emily ever find the secret behind Naomi’s disappearance? And will Olivia ever learn the truth about her adopted parents? Emily and her Search and Rescue puppy, Sherlock, are back in a second adventure and this time she really has hands full.  Emily and her friend, Olivia, are on a search to find out the truth behind Olivia’s adoption.  Their actions set in motion all kinds of events that the young girls have to deal with.  At the same time Emily and Sherlock launch their own Search for Emily’s Stepmother who disappears.  Danger, suspense and mystery “Rock Harbor Lost and Found” has it all.  This book is all about family.  It also is about secrets and how kept secrets can be dangerous and have the power to destroy if we continue to keep them bottled up.  Ms. Coble and Ms. Carroll know exactly how to bring all of that to the story and more.  This is a fast-paced read that will keep you flipping pages to keep up with the story.   Ms. Coble and Ms. Carroll have done an outstanding job.  I am looking forward to more stories about Emily O’Reilly at Rock Harbor. Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers.   I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
Rock Harbor Search and Rescue: Lost and Found by Colleen Coble Book is confusing at the very beginning as the characters in the story are just thrown out there. It takes a bit to understand who belongs to which family. Emily and Olivia are friends and they are working on a surprise anniversary party that leads them to find a photo of the wedding day. While searching for the photo they come across a photo with adoption written on it with other information. Emily strives to track down who the name belongs to. The baby would be her friend Olivia at 3 months old when she was adopted. Neither of them knew this. She follows the name to a lawyer firm but the lawyer has since retired. Emily is in training with the search and rescue dogs. She spots her real mother, Marika near the woods and blames her for so much. The science lab catches on fire and the whole town comes together to figure out who started the fire. A SAR dog is sick with possible poisoning and a boy has gone missing and they need a dog to go search for him...The mother is now missing... The grandmother is able to use God and examples from the Bible to help her understand about forgiveness and trust in God. Love how all the clues lead to the solution to so many problems... I received this book from Thomas Nelson via Net Galley in exchange for my honest review.