Tales of Aradia The Last Witch Volume by L.A. Jones Read Free Book Online

recourse. She rushed to the library, found an empty
workstation with a computer, and Googled “Salem Witch Trials.”
About a quarter of a second later, she had 916,000 results.
    This , Aradia hoped almost feebly, might
give me the answers I need .
     
    “So, you hear Aradia and Dax haven’t even spoken
since the big showdown with the Vampire Murderer?” Saul asked. He
leaned casually against a light post outside the school library.
Through the window he had a somewhat obstructed, but workable view
of Aradia at her workstation.
    “No I haven’t?” Keon replied, pacing like a caged
tiger. “And I prefer to keep it that way.”
    Saul sighed. “Our assignment is to observe the last
witch. You are never going to excel if you don't fully commit.
Listening to the gossip about her will help.”
    “This high school drama sickens me,” Keon muttered.
“Besides, our assignment is not going to last much longer. I can
assure you of that.”
    Saul straightened up immediately. "What do you
mean?"
    Keon chuckled. “You’ve done well in recent days,
watching the last witch. I had my own orders from the Sovereign,
and I’ve done well too.”
    “What did you do, Keon?” Saul dared to ask.
    “Precisely what the Sovereign asked. I spread the
word about the last witch.” Keon's grin grew wider and more
sinister. “There is a definitely an upside to working for the
Sovereign as long as I have.”
    “What upside is that?” Saul inquired further, certain
he wouldn’t like the answer.
    “The opportunity to meet… interesting individuals,
individuals with desire for power and who are willing to do
anything, including truly reckless shit, in order to acquire it,”
Keon answered.
     
    "Morning everybody!" Mr. Gillard shouted as he
barreled into class. He slammed his briefcase onto the table and
hurriedly shrugged off his dark brown coat.
    Mr. Garibaldi Gillard had been at Salem High for more
than four years. He was short with light brown skin that hinted at
a Hispanic origin with a graying beard and a cropped head of hair.
His every day clothes consisted of different colored polo shirts,
khakis, and brown loafers. Today, he wore a light green polo shirt,
and clean light brown khakis.
    "Sorry I am late," Mr. Gillard semi-shouted out of
the corner of his mouth as he dug through his briefcase, "but my
car got stolen." "Again!" He added bitterly.
    Aradia covered her mouth to hide her smirk. It was no
secret that Mr. Gillard lived in a very sketchy neighborhood and
his car getting stolen seemed like an every day occurrence.
Nevertheless, he always made it to class ready with their
assignments and his materials much to Aradia's and the rest of the
students' disappointment. Mr. Gillard brandished papers as he
boomed to the class, "today we will be discussing the governments'
problem of unsolved crimes."
    He explained the assignment as he passed out the
papers, "you will all work in pairs, and find one unsolved crime
that has occurred recently. The crime must have occurred in America
in the last two years. After finding documented proof of the crime,
you will write a two page essay, double spaced with information
properly cited, of why you think the crime has gone unsolved. Do
not forget to discuss what we have learned on class so far. For
example, discuss topics such as federal and state laws and
jurisdiction."
    A hand shot up from amongst the sea of students just
as Mr. Gillard faced them. "Yes Rhonda?"
    "What does federal law have to do with unsolved
crime? I thought the Feds only deal with international stuff."
    Mr. Gillard hung his head heavily. "Are any of you
aware of the Natalee Holloway case?"
    Many of the students nodded while others just rolled
their eyes.
    "Although she was an American citizen she disappeared
overseas and there was rumor of foul play. There were those who
argued that because it happened in Aruba, the United States
Government held no jurisdiction therefore they had no authority to
go in and investigate her