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Chapter 297 The Desperate Reservation (Part )

"Yes, I can't judge this as murder." The forensic doctor looked like he had expected this reaction from you.

Jane was in disbelief, "She was raped several times and was beaten during the process. Don't these on-site circumstances need to be taken into account?"

"The judgment of the situation on the spot is your field, not mine. Let me uh. Let me explain it to you."

"No, I don't need such a solution."

Seeing that Jane was about to argue with the forensic doctor, Jack was about to speak out to stop her from acting so calmly, but the forensic doctor stood up directly.

He didn't confront Jane because of her aggressive attitude, he just raised his volume slightly.

"All this evidence can be used to prosecute murder. Obviously, if she hadn't been attacked, she couldn't have been running in the snow, but it's not my job to speculate, do you understand?"

"There is no way I can characterize this case as murder!"

Jane's face collapsed, "If the case can't be classified as murder, I can't let the FBI send people to the reserved area to investigate, do you understand?"

"I don't have the authority to take charge of this case. I'm just here to confirm the cause of her death, write a report, and send someone from above who has the authority to handle the case."

"For example, this guy next to me." Jane said, looking at Jack who was acting innocent, and seemed to understand why this guy emphasized that he was on vacation from the beginning.

"Neither the Rip case nor the assault case falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI. These are all managed by the BIA."

This is a chicken-and-egg problem. If the medical examiner states in the death certificate that the deceased died of direct causes such as shooting, strangulation, violent beating, etc., the FBI can directly gain jurisdiction.

But the problem now is that although there is a lot of evidence to prove that this is a murder case, in the death certificate, the forensic doctor can only write pulmonary hemorrhage in the cause of death column.

In this case, the case will be transferred to the BIA, which will confirm whether it will be handled by the local tribal police or seek help from the FBI.

If BIA was a government department with efficient administration, strong execution, and truly serving the Indians in the reservation, then Jane and Jack would not have seen so many upside-down Stars and Stripes flags on the way to the police station.

To make an inappropriate comparison, Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Federation, has a total area of ​​4000 square kilometers, which is almost the same area as the Wind River Ridge that the tribal police station where the old Sheriff Ben Shoy belongs to needs jurisdiction.

Not long ago, when Jack and Jane walked into this tribal police station, there were only seven photos of police officers hanging on the wall.

In other words, rounding up, old Sheriff Ben Shaw and his six men are equivalent to being responsible for the security of a state.

This is just an exaggeration, but they can see how poor this tribal police station is. They don't even have a helicopter for such a large jurisdiction.

Obviously, without the intervention of the FBI, with only the resources of the tribal police station, I am afraid that after the initial few days of investigation, this case would have become an unsolved case and be permanently included in the files.

"We all know this is a murder case." Forensic examiner Randy Whitehurst spread his hands, indicating that he was really helpless.

"I'd be happy to testify as long as the federal prosecutor approves it, but I can't put it on the death certificate."

"Forget it." Jane looked frustrated, bowed slightly to him, thanked him with a sarcastic tone, then turned around and left the autopsy room angrily.

The old sheriff hurriedly chased after him, but Jack took his time and stretched out his hand to shake the forensic doctor's hand.

"DR. Whitehurst, it can be seen that you are a very professional forensic examiner. I have a few unofficial questions to ask you. As far as you know, over the years,"

When Jack obtained a few data as he wished, and left the autopsy room with a satisfied smile, he saw Jane sulking on the seat in the corridor, and the old sheriff accompanied her.

"Agent Banner, I admire your work ethic. Normally, it's not like I meet those FBI agents, but Randy is on our side."

The implication of the old sheriff's words was that Jane's temper was directed at the wrong person.

Jane let out a long breath and shook her head slightly, "If my superior sees this autopsy report, he will immediately send me back to Vegas, I can't help you, I'm just a person, and... "

Seeing her looking at him, Jack still maintained a smile, glanced at the message on the phone, but the words in his mouth were full of sarcasm.

"So, you're just going to give up? Should I congratulate you, Agent Jane Banner, for reaching a compromise with this old and rotten bureaucracy?"

Jack finished taunting, completely ignoring someone who was trying to make a few holes in his body with murderous eyes, he turned to ask the old sheriff.

"I don't know much about the case-handling process of the tribal police station. Usually, at this time, should the police visit the victim's family and learn about the victim's situation?"

"Yes, shall we go now?" The old sheriff seemed to have received some kind of hint, and his eyes looked at Jack with a little more meaning.

"I remember that yesterday we met a hunter who is familiar with the victim's family. Chief Xiao, would you mind informing him to arrive? Maybe this can increase mutual trust between the two parties."

Logically speaking, with Aaliyah here, these are not problems, but Braxton just sent news that the young couple are currently locked out by Aaliyah and Natalie's father, Mr. Hanson, and are already in the snow. The ground has been frozen for more than an hour.

"Of course, there are some things to be arranged in the bureau. Give me a little time. I will leave in 20 minutes. I will call Corey on the way." The old sheriff left in a hurry, as if he was suddenly full of energy.

Although he knew that the old police chief might have some misunderstandings, it didn't matter. As long as the real murderer could be found and the case solved, Jack believed that the dedicated reservation policeman would understand.

Feeling a light kick on his calf, Jack looked back at Jane, who was a little sullen, and the girl's eyebrows were tightly knit together.

"You said that I am the one responsible for everything that is based on me."

Jack sighed heavily, feeling a little helpless, "So you figured it out?"

Jane blinked innocently, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

Jack showed a look of resentment, "You know what? When you're stuck in a bureaucratic system, what's the right thing to do?"

"Persistence. Faith?" Jane answered hesitantly because she didn't know what the other person wanted to express.

"Even if you can only do errands every day in Las Vegas, you should have come into contact with many departments, right?"

Jack said unhappily, "Do you know how long it takes for the FBI's crime laboratory in Las Vegas to issue an official autopsy report on a corpse?"

"Eh, a week?" Jane seemed to understand what he was trying to express.

"What do you mean? I can have a week to continue the investigation without worrying about being recalled directly from above."

"No, tomorrow you will get a call from your boss asking you to go back to Las Vegas because you offended the only licensed medical examiner here, so he decided to work overtime and submit the official report today. "

Seeing Jane's frightened expression, Jack smiled as if he had succeeded in his mischief.