Chapter 296 Desperate Reservation (Part 2)
After all, there are gold mines in New Mexico and scandals that need to be covered up, but there is nothing here, no benefits, only trouble.
So when Jack made his promise to Aaliyah from the beginning, he had no intention of using normal means to achieve his goal. Just like he said to Corey Lambert, he was here to hunt, Chasing a beast, or a group of "beasts".
The next day, just as Jack and Jane were planning to accompany Aaliyah back to her parents' house to learn something about Natalie, Sheriff Ben Shaw called.
The medical examiner's office in Loveland conducted an autopsy as soon as it received the body and already had preliminary results. The old sheriff hoped that Jane could meet him there as soon as possible.
Surprised by the efficiency of the local forensics, 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 to about minus five or six degrees.
This actually caused trouble for the two of them during their trip. The road that was repeatedly run over by vehicles was muddy. Jack could only slow down the speed and carefully avoid the mud pits that might cause the car to get stuck.
It was almost noon when they arrived at Loveland, a small town not too far from the Wind River Valley, and met the old Sheriff Ben Shaw in the medical examiner's office who had been waiting here for a long time.
"Your face looks much better than yesterday. Did you sleep well last night?" The old police chief changed his indifference when they first met yesterday and took the initiative to say hello to Jane.
"Yes, it's okay." Jane glanced at Jack. She almost didn't talk to Jack on the way here because the girl felt a little embarrassed and invited others to discuss the case, but she fell asleep soon after.
When she woke up in bed this morning, she desperately wished 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. When she knew that she was assigned to Las Vegas, which was not too far from Los Angeles, she was secretly happy in her heart.
However, it turned out that she was happy a little early. After a few months of barely adapting to the busy and trivial work of being an FBI trainee agent, Jane was shocked to find that this guy had already been inside the system. Became quite a celebrity.
Jack's identity in the plane crash was kept secret, and her authority could not be known, but whether it was a terrorist attack in a shopping mall or several case reports that were solved quickly after the establishment of the BAU team, Jane could read it The name Jack Tavole appears frequently.
After inquiring about some tidbits, Jane could only lament that she should not have hesitated when she was in the academy. If she had taken action at that time, even if she could not become the heroine in the tidbits, she would at least have a good memory.
However, God seemed to like to joke so much. Just when she thought she might never cross paths with Jack in this life, this guy suddenly appeared in front of her again, like a knight appearing in the snow. , saved myself from being embarrassed.
Thinking of her embarrassing performance last night, Jane dug her toes into the ground in embarrassment. The more gentlemanly Jack behaved, the more she wanted to strangle her yesterday self. She didn't even know that she was sick last night.
"Has the identity of the body been officially confirmed?"
Jack didn't know Jane's girlish feelings, so he asked the old police chief directly.
"Yes, the girl's father came to claim the body last night." The old police officer led the two of them and turned back to confirm.
Jian shook his head, getting rid of all the messy thoughts in his head, and forced himself into working mode.
“Did he explain why he didn’t report his daughter missing?”
“No, she does not live with her parents, and she is 18 years old and can do what she wants. "
As he spoke, the old police officer opened a door in front of him and saw a female corpse with her chest opened, lying on a stainless steel autopsy table.
Behind the dissecting table stood a completely bald, middle-aged man with only some brown hair on the sides and wearing glasses. His beard was very lush and was completely connected to the sideburns. "Good afternoon, I am Randy Whitehurst, the forensic doctor here."
Seeing the three people coming in, the middle-aged man got straight to the point and introduced himself concisely and clearly. .
Jane obviously didn't have much experience of entering the autopsy room and seeing corpses. 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 anything more. He stood directly in front of the corpse and carefully observed the anatomy.
He didn't know the true level of this forensic doctor, but he was definitely experienced and his method of opening the chest was clean and neat, which could be described as a cook trying to untie a cow.
"Well, as you can see, the decedent had a deep laceration on his forehead."
Medical Examiner Randy Whitehurst recounted his findings from the beginning.
"Two ribs were broken, and both feet had varying degrees of frostbite, all the way to the ankles. There was also frostbite on the nose and hands."
"The degree of frostbite on the feet reached level four, here The skin has turned partially black.”
Frostbite is clinically divided into four levels. Level four frostbite indicates that the muscles and bones of the deceased's feet have been damaged. Even considering that the deceased was not wearing shoes at the time, the time of exposure to low temperature must have been quite long.
"She ran in the snow for a long time." Jack whispered.
"Well, it can be inferred that way." Forensic doctor Randy Whitehurst nodded.
"Also, I found multiple lacerations of varying degrees on the deceased's vaginal wall."
"Is there more than one aggressor?" Jane's voice was a little hoarse, Obviously, as a rookie agent, she was still unable to completely detach from her emotions.
The forensic doctor shook his head, "There is no way to tell. It may be that the same attacker repeatedly violated her several times."
"As per your request, I extracted a secretion sample from her body and sent it to her via express delivery. The FBI Crime Laboratory in Loveland, Colorado "The DNA test results should be available within six weeks, and I hope they will be helpful to you by then."
Although the forensic doctor's tone was as calm as before, Jack still heard some irony in 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 Examiner Randy Whitehurst sighed, took off the rubber gloves on his hands, and sat down on a chair nearby.
"She died of pulmonary hemorrhage. When she exercised strenuously 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"
Forensic Medicine Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted somewhat rudely by Jane.
"Sorry, your conclusion is that this is not a murder?"
(End of Chapter)