The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 296 Desperate Reservation

After all, New Mexico has gold mines and scandals to cover up, and here there is nothing, no profit, only trouble.

So when Jack made his promise to Aaliyah from the beginning, he didn't intend to achieve his goal through normal means, just like he said to Corey Lambert, he came to hunt, hunt down a head, or a group "The Beast".

The next day, when Jack and Jane were going to accompany Aaliyah back to her parents' house to learn about Natalie, Sheriff Ben Shoy called.

The medical examiner's office in Loveland conducted an autopsy as soon as it received the corpse, and the preliminary results have already been obtained. The old sheriff hopes that Jane can meet him there as soon as possible.

Surprised by the efficiency of the local forensic doctor, Jack and Jane could only go to Loveland, which is also the location of the tribal police station, and Braxton accompanied Aaliyah home.

Today's weather is good, perhaps because of the arrival of spring, the temperature during the day has risen a lot, almost five or six degrees below zero.

This instead brought trouble to the trip of the two of them. The road repeatedly rolled over by the vehicle was muddy. Jack could only slow down the speed of the car and carefully avoid the mud pits that might cause the car to sink.

It was almost noon when they arrived at Loveland, a small town not too far from Wind River Valley, and saw the old Sheriff Ben Shaw who had been waiting here for a long time at the medical examiner's office.

"Your complexion is much better than yesterday, and you slept well last night?" The old police chief changed his indifference when we first met yesterday, and took the initiative to say hello to Jane.

"Yes, it's okay." Jane glanced at Jack. She hardly spoke to Jack on the way here, because the girl felt a little embarrassed and invited him to discuss the case, but she fell asleep after a while.

When she woke up in bed early this morning, she wished so much that she had a spell that could make people lose their memory, so that they could forget everything that happened last night.

Jane noticed Jack in the academy, and when she knew that she was assigned to Las Vegas, which was not too far from Los Angeles, she was still secretly happy in her heart.

However, it turned out that she was happy a little too early. After a few months of barely adapting to the busy and trivial work of being an FBI trainee agent, Jane was surprised to find that this guy had become a big deal in the system. Little celebrity.

Jack's identity in the air crash was kept secret, and her authority could not be known, but whether it was a terrorist attack in a shopping mall or in several case reports that were cracked cleanly after the establishment of the BAU team, Jane could see Jack Tavoler This name appears frequently.

After inquiring about some gossip news, Jane could only lament that she shouldn't have hesitated when she was in the college. If she had done it then, even if she couldn't become the heroine in the gossip news, at least she could have a good memory.

However, God seems to like joking so much, just when she thought that she might never have an intersection with Jack in this life, this guy suddenly appeared in front of her, like a knight appearing in the snowstorm, saving her embarrassed self .

Thinking of her embarrassing performance last night, Jane tapped her toes in embarrassment. The more gentlemanly Jack behaved, the more she wanted to strangle yesterday's self. She didn't even know that she was sick last night.

"Is the identity of the corpse officially confirmed?"

Jack didn't know Jane's girlish feelings, so he asked the old sheriff directly.

"Yes, the girl's father came to claim the body last night." The old police officer led the two of them in front, and turned around to confirm.

Jane shook her head, shook off all the messy thoughts in her head, and forced herself into a working state.

"Did he explain why he didn't report his daughter's disappearance?"

"No, she doesn't live with her parents and she's 18 and can do what she wants."

As he spoke, the old police officer pushed open a door in front of him, and a corpse of a red barley woman whose chest had been opened lay on a stainless steel dissection table.

Behind the dissecting table stood a middle-aged man who was completely bald, with only a little brown hair on both sides, and wearing glasses. His beard was very lush, and it was completely connected with his sideburns.

"Good afternoon, I'm Randy Whitehurst, the medical examiner here."

Seeing the three people coming in, the middle-aged man cut to the chase and introduced himself concisely.

Jane obviously didn't have much experience of entering an autopsy room to see corpses, so she forced herself to stand calmly in front of the autopsy table, "Uh, I'm Jane Banner, from the FBI."

"Jack Tavole, with her." Jack didn't say much, and stood directly in front of the corpse, carefully observing the dissection.

He doesn't know the true level of this forensic doctor, but he is absolutely rich in experience, and the technique of opening the chest is clean and neat, which can be described as "paodingjieniu".

"Well, as you can see, there is a deep tear on the forehead of the deceased."

Medical examiner Randy Whitehurst recounts his findings from the ground up.

"Two broken ribs, varying degrees of frostbite on both feet, all the way up to the ankles, and frostbite on the nose and hands."

"The degree of frostbite on the feet has reached level four, and the skin here has been partially blackened."

Frostbite is clinically divided into four grades. Grade four frostbite indicates that the deceased’s foot muscles and bones have been damaged. Even considering that the deceased did not wear shoes at the time, the time of exposure to low temperature must have been quite long.

"She has been running in the snow for a long time." Jack whispered.

"Well, it can be inferred like this." Forensic doctor Randy Whitehurst nodded.

"Also, I found multiple lacerations of varying degrees on the vaginal wall of the deceased."

"Isn't there more than one invader?" Jane's voice was a little hoarse. Obviously, as a rookie detective, she still couldn't completely withdraw her emotions.

The forensic doctor shook his head, "It's impossible to judge, and it may be that the same attacker has repeatedly violated several times."

"At your request, I took a secretion sample from her and sent it by courier to the FBI Crime Lab in Loveland, Colorado."

"The results of the DNA test should be available within six weeks. I hope it will be helpful to you then."

Although the forensic doctor's tone was as calm as the beginning, Jack still heard a little irony from his words.

"What do you think was the cause of her death?" asked the old sheriff who had been standing at the door.

"I'm afraid you don't want to hear this answer." Forensic doctor Randy Whitehurst sighed, pulled off the rubber gloves from his hands, and sat down on a chair beside him.

"She died of a lung hemorrhage. When she exercised vigorously for a long time in a low temperature environment, the lungs were filled with cold air below freezing point, which would cause the alveoli to rupture, that is"

Before the forensic doctor finished speaking, Jane was interrupted in a somewhat impolite way.

"Sorry, your conclusion is that it wasn't a murder?"

(End of this chapter)