Chapter 297 The Desperate Reservation (Part 2)
"Yes, I can't rule this as murder." The forensic doctor looked like he had expected this reaction from you.
Jian was in disbelief, "She was raped several times and was beaten during the process. Don't these on-site circumstances need to be taken into account?"
"It is your domain to judge the on-site circumstances. , not mine, let me uh. let me explain it to you.”
“No, I don’t need such an explanation.”
Seeing that Jane was about to argue with the medical examiner, Jack was about to say something to stop her from being so calm, but the medical examiner stood up directly.
He did not confront Jane because of her aggressive attitude, but just raised his voice slightly.
"This evidence can be used to prosecute murder. It is obvious that she would not have been running in the snow without being attacked, but it is not my job to speculate, do you understand?"
“I can’t classify this case as murder!”
Jian’s face collapsed, “If I can’t classify the case as murder, I can’t let the FBI send people to the reservation to investigate, you 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 then ask the higher authorities to send someone with the authority to handle the case."
"For example, this guy next to me "Jian said and looked at Jack who was acting innocently, and seemed to understand why this guy emphasized that he was on vacation from the beginning.
“Neither the Rip case nor the assault case falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI. These are the jurisdiction of the BIA.”
This is a chicken-and-egg situation. Question, if the medical examiner states in the death certificate that the deceased died of direct causes such as shooting, strangulation, violent beating, etc., the FBI can directly gain jurisdiction.
But the problem now is that although there is a pile of evidence to prove that this is a murder, in the death certificate, the medical examiner can only write pulmonary bleeding in the cause of death column.
In this case, the case will be transferred to the BIA, which will confirm whether it will be handled by the local tribal police or seek help from the FBI.
If the 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-downs on their way to the police station. The Stars and Stripes.
To make an inappropriate comparison, the smallest state in the federation is called Rhode Island, with a total area of 4,000 square kilometers, which is the same as the area of the Wind River Ridge that the tribal police department where veteran Sheriff Ben Shawy is located needs to govern. Almost quite.
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.
In other words, rounding up, old Sheriff Ben Shaw and his six men are equivalent to being responsible for the security of a state.
This is just an exaggeration, but they also see how poor this tribal police station is. In such a large jurisdiction, they don't even have a helicopter.
Obviously, without the intervention of the FBI, with only the resources of the tribal police department, I am afraid that after the initial few days of investigation work, this case would have become an unsolved case and be permanently classified as into the file.
“We all know this is a murder.” Forensic examiner Randy Whitehurst spread his hands, indicating that he really couldn’t help.
"I would be happy to provide relevant testimony as long as the federal prosecutor approves it, but I cannot include it on the death certificate."
"Forget it." Jane looked frustrated. She bowed slightly to him, thanked him with a sarcastic tone, then turned around and left the autopsy room angrily.
The old sheriff hurriedly chased after him, but Jack took his time and stretched out his hand to shake the forensic doctor's hand.
"DR. Whitehurst, it can be seen that you are a very professional forensic examiner. I have a few unofficial questions to ask you. As far as you know, over the years,"
When Jack got some data as he wished and left the autopsy room with a satisfied smile, he saw Jane leaning on the chair in the corridor and sulking, with the old police chief accompanying her. "Agent Banner, I admire your work ethic. Normally, it's not like I meet those FBI agents, but Randy is on our side."
The implication of the old sheriff’s words was that Jane’s temper was directed at the wrong person.
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 with anything. I'm just a person, and... "
Seeing her looking at him, Jack still kept smiling and looked at the messages on his phone, but the words in his mouth were sarcastic.
"So, you are just going to give up? Should I congratulate you, Agent Jane Banner, for reaching a compromise with this old and rotten bureaucracy?"
After Jack finished taunting and completely ignored someone's murderous gaze, trying to open a few holes in his body, 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, the police should visit the victim’s family to learn about the victim’s situation.”
"Yes, shall we go now?" The old sheriff seemed to have received some kind of hint, and his eyes looked at Jack with a little more meaning.
"I remember that yesterday we met a hunter who was familiar with the victim's family. Chief Xiao, would you mind informing him to arrive? Maybe this can increase mutual trust between the two parties."
< br> Logically speaking, with Aaliyah here, these are not problems, but Braxton just sent news that the young couple are currently locked out by Aaliyah and Natalie's father, Mr. Hanson, and have been I've been freezing in the snow for more than an hour.
"Of course, there are some things to arrange in the bureau. Give me some time. We will set off in 20 minutes. I will call Corey on the way." The old police chief said and left in a hurry, as if Suddenly full of energy again.
Although he knew that the old police chief might have some misunderstandings, it didn't matter. As long as the real murderer could be found and the case solved, Jack believed that this dedicated reservation policeman would understand.
Feeling a slight kick on his calf, Jack looked back at Jane, who was a little unhappy. The girl's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
"You said that I am the one who is responsible for everything."
Jack sighed heavily, feeling helpless, "So you have figured it out?"
Jian blinked innocently, seemingly not understanding what he meant.
Jack showed an expression of hatred for steel, "You know? When you are in a bureaucracy and you have no way out, what is the right thing to do?"
"Persistence. Faith?" Jane answered hesitantly because she didn't know what the other person wanted to express.
"Even if you can only do errands every day in Las Vegas, you should have been in contact with many departments, right?"
Jack said angrily, "You know the FBI is pulling How long does it take for the Vegas Crime Laboratory to issue an official autopsy report on a corpse? "
"Uh, a week?" Jane seemed to understand what he was trying to say.
"What do you mean? I can have a week to continue the investigation without worrying about being recalled directly from above."
"No, tomorrow you will receive a call from your boss asking you to go back to Las Vegas. Because you have offended the only licensed medical examiner here, he decided to work overtime and submit the official report today. "
Seeing Jane's frightened expression, Jack showed a smile that showed he had succeeded in his mischief.
(End of this chapter)