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Chapter 302 Departure

Early the next morning, Jack, Jane, Braxton, and Corey Lambert came to the tribal police station to meet Sergeant Ben Shaw.

Corey seemed to have regained his composure, and even took the initiative to joke with the old sheriff as usual.

It's very cold today. I don't know if Lao Mei has said that it's cold in the spring. Although it is early in the morning, the sun has risen, but the temperature is still more than ten degrees below zero.

The old sheriff was flanked by young Deputy Brant, who was leading two deputies to secure a snowmobile on a trailer.

There were many people going to the drilling camp today. The tribal police department used their most valuable equipment, a trailer and two Ford off-road pickup trucks. Four snowmobiles were loaded on the trailer.

According to the old sheriff, the oil company simply built a simple road in order to save money. As early as last summer, it was crushed by heavy trucks and has not been repaired.

Therefore, the last section of the road can only be accessed by snowmobile to the drilling camp.

"Hey, Corey, why are you here too?"

Deputy Sheriff Brant inspected the fixed snowmobile, jumped off the cart, and took the initiative to say hello to Corey.

"Ben asked me to come. He wanted me to hang around and see if there were any other clues."

What Corey said was not true. According to everyone's discussion, his mission was to search for possible footprints between the drilling camp and the place where Natalie's body was found.

Although today is the third day since the body was found, and there have been several large and small snowstorms in the middle, according to Corey's experience, there is a section of sparse woods and shrubs between the two locations.

It's still possible to find some traces in it if you look closely, which is his area of ​​expertise.

The reason why I chose to keep it secret was because I didn’t want the security guards at the drilling camp to hear anything in advance and know that I had become the number one target of suspicion.

Everyone made a brief introduction. Jack's identity remained the same. He was still a friend of the Hansen family, an FBI member on vacation, and a crime expert.

Braxton became known to everyone as a trainee hunter for the USFWS (Federal Fish and Wildlife Service), a recently retired Ma Run.

Although he didn't stay in the army as long as his brother Chris, he was indeed a genuine veteran, and he got in touch with several police officers in just a few words.

Including Deputy Sheriff Brant, these three young local police officers are all of military origin, and they can hardly see much Indian blood from their appearance.

But in this hellish place, if you want to have a future, joining the army or going to college are the only two good options.

They all have family members in the local area and chose to return to the local area to become a tribal policeman, although the treatment is much worse than that of the LAPD.

But in this reservation, their income, plus the one-time retirement pay they received when they were discharged from the army, is enough to support a family's fairly comfortable life.

"Then what's our mission today?" Deputy Sheriff Brant looked curious.

"Jane is in charge of things today, so let her talk." The old sheriff can be said to be very friendly to Jane now, and he took the initiative to turn half of his body sideways and introduced.

Jane was a little stunned and unprepared for this, "Well, okay, here's the situation. There are some cameras near this drilling camp. I hope there will be cameras to capture some of the situation at that time."

"If possible, go into the prefab houses they live in and see if you can find some clues."

Although the rash has gone away and most of the red and swollen eye blisters have disappeared, Jane still put on eye makeup to cover it up today, which also made the young guys present look at her.

"Do you have a search warrant?" Deputy Sheriff Brant looked less than forty, and he should have already married a family. He was also the calmest of them all.

"Well, I will politely ask for their consent before searching." Jane glanced at Jack with some guilt when she said this.

She knew that today was doomed to be fruitless, and their purpose of going to the drilling camp was purely for testing.

Corey and Braxton specially wore pure white snow suits and white cloaks. They looked like they were just hunters. In fact, they had other tasks.

After checking the surrounding situation, the two will hide in the woods near the drilling camp and observe every move of the security guards.

"Ah, okay." Deputy Sheriff Brant nodded perfunctorily, looking a little disappointed.

“Can’t we just snowmobile over here?”

He then looked at Corey. There were only seven people in the tribal police station. More than half of them were mobilized today, and there was such a large amount of equipment. He thought it was some kind of sure-fire operation.

Corey shook his head, "There are two canyons in the middle, I don't want to see you roll over, so I don't recommend it."

The old police chief said, "We'll take the road to the oil refinery. Although it takes a detour of nearly 50 miles, it's still early and we have plenty of time."

"Well, remember to treat the boys to a drink when you get back. They haven't had a drink with such a beautiful girl for a long time."

After all, deputy sheriff Brant couldn't hold back, and just before getting into the car, he said a few words.

Before Jane could say anything, the old sheriff replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll buy the first round of drinks tonight, and I'll help you ask your wife for leave."

Amid laughter, everyone started their vehicles and set off towards today's destination.

Although the Wind River Valley where the reserve is located is desolate and remote, the scenery is really good. Surrounded by mountains and along the winding road, you can see the magnificent snow scenery.

The mountains in the distance are undulating, and the snow that never melts stretches down all year round. The middle is dotted with green coniferous forest belts. The frozen rivers from far to near reflect the light like diamonds in the sun.

What contrasts with the beautiful scenery are the dilapidated farm buildings along the road. Some of the aborigines are haggard and look like drug addicts. They gather around the burning iron buckets to keep warm, looking like they have nothing to do.

A small convoy consisting of an SUV, three pickup trucks and a trailer speeded by on the road. After more than an hour, a fork in the road appeared in front of them.

The leader of the convoy was Corey's dark green pickup truck, which was painted with eye-catching yellow stripes and the FWS logo. After he turned onto the side road, he stopped directly after driving for a short time, and the other vehicles also stopped.

After everyone unloaded their snowmobiles, Colin rearranged their equipment, stuffed his Marlin 1895 lever-action rifle into the thermal holster on the back seat of the motorcycle, and took Braxton towards the distant woods. .

The others also got into their cars, and Jack took Jane along the muddy simple road to the drilling camp not far away.