TITLE: THE BOOTLEGGER'S DAUGHTER
GENRE: YA Historical Thriller
I never thought of myself as a criminal. Just a girl trying to stay one step ahead. That wasn’t easy in a business dominated by men, most of them bullies, scoundrels, or thieves. I met plenty who were all three in my racket, which was bootleg whiskey. Not your ordinary summer job for a teenage girl, I suppose, but the last thing I wanted to be was ordinary.
“Tiny! Delivery!” Aunt Marie shouted. I’d come out to the alley behind her neighborhood grocery store to sneak a smoke, but I had one foot wedged in the door to the stock room, where I was supposed to be unpacking boxes of Kellogg’s Shredded Krumbles and Toasted Corn Flakes. After one last drag on my cigarette, I threw it down into the dust and ground it out with the heel of my scuffed black oxford. I hated to waste half a Chesterfield, but deliveries meant tips—and tips meant tuition money. After a quick glance in each direction to make sure nobody had seen me, I slipped back inside.
At the counter, Aunt Marie was filling two brown paper sacks with groceries. “How many boxes did you unpack?”
“Um, two.” I slipped off the white Gianetti’s Market apron and hung it up behind the counter.
“That’s it?” As I got closer to her, she picked her head up and sniffed the air. Her brown eyes went beady. “Have you been smoking again?”
“No,” I lied. “One of Daddy’s customers was, and I was helping to load his car."