The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 37 Locking the target, the brothers first appeared

"Whose house is the nearest to the crime scene?"

Chuck continued to ask while flipping through the file quickly.

"The nearest house is also 3.5 miles (about 5.8 kilometers) away. It is impossible for her to run so far barefoot in that environment."

The sheriff shook her head.

"Don't underestimate a person's will to survive. This is still a possibility within the limits of human beings."

Chuck corrected.

"You may not be clear about our environment when you first came here..."

The female sheriff simply didn't believe that someone could run so far barefoot in such a world of ice and snow.

"Do you have a local map?"

Chuck interrupted.

He didn't bother to explain that he could do it, and it wasn't even an extreme operation under the will to survive, but a basic exercise.

"……Have."

The female sheriff paused, glanced at Jane who was apologetic and smiled, nodded, took the local map and put it in front of Chuck, pointing to a red dot on it: "This is where the crime happened."

"here!"

Chuck took a look and pointed to the northeast corner.

"This is a worker's house for a drilling machine. It's winter now, and the workers are gone, and it's too far away from the crime scene."

The sheriff explained.

"5.3 miles."

Chuck gives exact numbers.
"Correct."

The female police chief nodded: "3.5 miles may be possible, but 5.3 miles is beyond the human limit, right?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head.

"how do you know?"

The sheriff couldn't bear it any longer.

"Because I'm still human, I can do it."

Chuck didn't raise his head, and told the truth lightly.

"..."

The sheriff was speechless.

"Even if it was possible, the workers are gone."

Jane quickly interjected.

"There are security guards."

Chuck continued to look through the file: "The workers have left, and the possibility of crime has greatly increased."

"Makes sense."

Jane looked at the female sheriff: "do you know the security guards there?"

"I've seen it a few times, but I'm not familiar with it."

The female police chief shook her head: "It is the land leased by the Ministry of Energy. Our tribal police station has no jurisdiction, so we basically don't go there."

Jane looked at Chuck immediately.

Key words such as national institutions, extraterritorial jurisdictions, and violent organizations all reminded her of the target characteristics of criminals' psychological profiling mentioned by Chuck.

It's so close, it fits so well.

Ok.

Although she didn't know much about the 5.3 miles that Chuck said was still within the human limit, she was instinctively willing to believe Chuck's judgment.

Chuck didn't look up, and continued to flip through the files quickly.

The office fell silent again.

After half an hour.

Chuck flipped through the thick pile of files, then frowned: "Olsen Oil?"

"Correct."

The female sheriff nodded: "The Ministry of Energy leased the land and handed it over to Edward Olson's Olson Petroleum Company."

"It's been 20 years."

Chuck asked, "This is where his son, Matt Olsen, was born. Is Matt Olsen here now?"

"right……"

The face of the female sheriff changed: "Are you suspicious of Matt Olson?"

"Don't you doubt it?"

Chuck got up: "Call the police, fully armed, wear a law enforcement recorder, let's go to the drilling machine to investigate."

The sheriff looked uncertain.

Of course she knew who this kid from a rich family was, and he happened to be in the town right now, nominally for a vacation, but in fact it was rumored in the town that he came here to avoid a lawsuit.

As the sheriff, she knows the ins and outs of things better.

Not long ago, Matt Olsen and his friends went out to sea on a yacht. They met a group of people who were also going out to sea. They were all young and energetic Americans. , speeding up and bumping towards the opponent, whoever dodges first loses!
Just when they were about to collide, the opponent couldn't hold it anymore and gave way first, but Matt Olsen, who had already won, was dissatisfied and still collided with him, causing the ship to be destroyed and 5 people dead .

As a result, of course, as always, there is a rich dad who wipes his ass, hires a professional lawyer from a big law firm, easily escapes the crime, temporarily leaves the cusp of the storm, and comes to such a sparsely populated place for vacation.

She is not surprised by what this kind of rich kid does.

It's just that if there is no evidence to implicate the other party rashly, the power of the Olsen family is not something she, a little sheriff, can contend with.

"Going right now?"

Jane didn't have these worries, but just looked at the sky outside the house: "It's not dawn yet."

"It took more than an hour to drive, plus the time to call up the police and arm them. When we got there, it was just dawn. I caught the opponent by surprise and saw more real evidence."

Chuck looked at the female sheriff persistently: "Agent Banner is the FBI and has jurisdiction. You are responsible for assisting."

"I'm going to call the police."

The female sheriff struggled for a while and made a choice.

"Assist needs to be fully armed?"

After waiting for the female sheriff to go out, Jane walked up to Chuck and asked quietly, "Are you worried about a fire?"

"There is a high probability."

Chuck nodded: "The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, even if you are all killed in this kind of place, as long as you find an excuse or find a relationship, you can perfunctory at will, and death is nothing."

"You follow me later, and I will protect you."

With a solemn expression, Jane touched the gun at her waist.

"it is good."

Chuck nodded: "Most people would not choose to shoot headshots, because the difficulty is too high, and I will be very safe if I follow you."

"..."

Jane was taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other's stature, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

She is 168 tall, and only reaches Chuck's shoulders. According to Chuck's headshot theory, she stood in front of him, and her head directly blocked the important parts of his chest, so that people would not open there subconsciously. As for the gun, basically all important positions are avoided, and it is indeed very safe.

After more than half an hour's delay, several policemen from the tribal police station arrived one after another. After learning about the situation, although they complained, they were deeply impressed by Chakti's full armor.

They are the ones who know the risks best.

"You have something on your mind?"

Jane still followed Chuck into his car, and watched him drive behind the convoy of the tribal police station. After driving for a certain distance, she couldn't help but said, "Is it because it's too dangerous? Sorry, I didn't expect It will involve you in such a dangerous situation, and now we have clues, in fact, you can just stay at the police station and wait for us to come back."

In her mind, no matter how heroic Chuck may look, he is only a doctor of accounting, a literati who has no combat effectiveness. He may have a theory, but facing the cruel reality, even she is uneasy, let alone Chuck. up.

"Just put on your law enforcement recorder."

Chuck glanced at her.

He does have something on his mind, but it's not because of fear, but because of that worried brother Frank.

After joining the army and disobeying military discipline, he was discharged early, and a group of people set up a security team to take on dangerous jobs with high salaries but on the edge of the law.

According to what he knew, Frank had recently received an order from Edward Olsen.

(End of this chapter)