Title: The Witch's Brew
Genre: YA Fractured Fairy Tale/Legal Thriller
WC: 60 000
Sixteen-year-old Amy Faye dreams of being a human rights lawyer like her father or a crime-busting hero like her aunt. When a routine trip to the drugstore turns wrong. Amy is accused of shoplifting, humiliated and denied her day in court.
Then the grisly remains of Gretel are discovered on the outskirts of the Dark Forest. Amy’s boss, Carmen Caramelo, is arrested. While all of Rosia is ready to burn the Witch, Amy gears up to defend her. After all everyone deserves a fair trial and Carmen’s public defender needs all the help he can get. But for Amy unravelling the truth means risking her reputation, crossing the lead detective and finding Hansel, by any means necessary.
This dangerous game of law and order could land Amy in jail or worse—in a body bag. But doing nothing could result in an unjust execution. Grisham’s The Accused meets Willingham’s Fables.
Agreeing to a search and seizure wasn’t part of the plan. Yet here I was phoneless and left to rot in a fridge-sized office, sitting on an upside down milk crate—the best the manager was willing to offer— waiting for the Guard to arrive.
A headache was forming at the base of my neck and working its way up. I needed to get out of here, quick. I didn’t like small spaces and there was barely enough room to stretch my legs.
I glanced at the clock. Four. What was taking so long? It’s not like there was much for the Guard to do in a town of three thousand people. A chief, a piper, a detective and a scout were more than enough to keep the peace.
I rolled my shoulders back and tried to relax against the brick wall. The ache in my neck was quickly turning into a full-blown migraine. I concentrated on the poster on the wall, breathing in and out.
NEVER TRUST A WITCH was printed in bold letters across the top and underneath in small letters: Your life could depend on it. Report any suspicious activity to the nearest Guard.
Never trust a rent-a-guard is more like it. If I hadn’t, I would be at Trish’s place trying on outfits for our first day of high school. Not wasting the last sweet bits of summer in this 2x2 hell.