The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 297 Desperate Reservation

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

Jane couldn't believe it, "She was raped several times by Rep and was beaten during the period. Don't these on-site situations need to be taken into consideration?"

"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?"

"I have no way to 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.

"Whether it is the Repp case or the assault case, it is not under the jurisdiction of the FBI. These are under the jurisdiction of the BIA."

This is a chicken-and-egg problem. If the forensic doctor states in the death certificate that the deceased died of direct causes such as shooting, strangulation, and violent beating, the FBI can directly obtain 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 way, the case will be transferred to the BIA, and the BIA will confirm whether it is 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.

That is to say, rounded off, the old Sheriff Ben Shaw and his six subordinates 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, and only with the resources of the tribal police station, I am afraid that after the initial few days of investigation work, this case would become an unsolved case and be permanently included in the file.

"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." With a disheartened look, Jane bowed slightly to him, thanked him with a sarcasm, and then turned and left the autopsy room angrily.

The old sheriff quickly chased after him, but it was Jack who reached out to shake hands with the forensic doctor without haste.

"Dr. Whitehurst, it can be seen that you are a very professional forensic doctor. I have a few unofficial questions I want 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 appreciate your work ethic. Usually, it's not like I meet those FBI agents, but Randy (medical examiner) is on our side."

The old sheriff's words imply that Jane lost her temper to the wrong target.

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, on reaching a compromise with this old and corrupt bureaucratic system?"

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, are we going now?" The old sheriff seemed to have received some kind of reminder, and looked at Jack with a little more meaning in his eyes.

"I remember yesterday that we met a hunter who was familiar with the victim's family. Would Sergeant Xiaoyi mind notifying him to be there? Maybe this can increase mutual trust between the two parties."

It stands to reason that with Aaliyah, these are not problems, but just now Braxton sent a message that the young couple is currently shut out by Aaliyah and Natalie's father, Mr. Hansen, and they are already in the snow. The ground had been frozen for over 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 sheriff might have misunderstood it, it didn't matter. As long as the real culprit could be found and the case solved, Jack believed that this dedicated policeman in the reservation 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, as if she didn't understand 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?"

"Perseverance. Belief?" Jane hesitated to answer, because she didn't know what the other party wanted to express.

"Even if you can only do errands every day in Las Vegas, you should have contacted 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 continue to investigate for a week without worrying about being recalled directly."

"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 look, Jack showed a mischievous smile.

(End of this chapter)