"Yes, I can't call it murder." The medical examiner looked like he had expected you to react like this.

Jane couldn't believe it, "She's been beaten up by Rip several times, doesn't that take into account the situation at the scene?" ”

"The judgment of the situation on the spot is your domain, 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 medical examiner, Jack was about to say something to stop her from doing this not very calm approach, but the medical examiner stood up directly.

He didn't confront her because of Jane's aggressive attitude, but just raised his voice slightly.

"All this evidence can be used to prosecute murder, it's obvious, she can't have been running in the snow without being attacked, 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 characterized as murder, I can't let the FBI send someone to the reservation to investigate, do you understand?" ”

"I don't have the authority to be in charge of this case, I'm just here to confirm the cause of her death, then write a report, and then have someone from above who has the authority to handle this case."

"Like this guy next to me." Jane said and looked at Jack, who was innocent on the side, and seemed to understand why this guy insisted that he was here for vacation in the first place.

"And whether it's the Repp case or the assault case, it doesn't fall under the jurisdiction of the FBI, it's all under the jurisdiction of the BIA."

This is a chicken-and-egg or egg-and-egg question, and if the medical examiner states in the death certificate that the deceased died as a direct cause of shooting, strangulation, or violent beating, the FBI can directly obtain jurisdiction.

But the problem now is that while there is a pile of evidence that this was a murder, in the death certificate, the medical examiner can only write the cause of death column with a lung hemorrhage.

In this case, the case will be referred 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 had been an efficient and highly enforceable government department that truly served the Indians on the reservation, then Jane and Jack would not have seen so many upside-down Stars and Stripes on their way to the police station.

To make an inappropriate comparison, the smallest state in the Union is called Rhode Island, with a total area of 4,000 square kilometers, which is almost the same size as the Wynde River Ridge, which the old Sheriff Ben Shoey's tribal police department has jurisdiction over.

Not long ago, when Jack and Jane walked into the tribal police station, there were only seven photos of the officers hanging on the wall.

In other words, rounding off, the old sheriff Ben Shoy 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, and they don't even have a helicopter in such a large jurisdiction.

Obviously, without the involvement of the FBI, with the resources of the Tribal Police Department, I am afraid that after the first few days of investigation, this case will become an unsolved case and be permanently included in the file.

"We all know it's a murder." Forensic doctor Randy Whitehurst spread his hands and showed that he really couldn't help.

"I'm happy to give testimony as long as the federal prosecutor approves it, but I can't list it in the death certificate."

"Forget it." Jane looked disheartened, bowed slightly to him, thanked him with a slight sarcasm, and then turned around and left the autopsy room in a rage.

The old sheriff hurriedly chased him out, but it was Jack, who reached out and shook the forensic doctor's hand without hurry.

"Dr. Whitehurst, as can be seen, you are a very professional forensic doctor, and I have a couple of unofficial questions that I would like to ask you, as far as you know, over the years"

When Jack got a few data and left the coroner's room with a satisfied smile, he saw Jane sulking in a chair in the hallway, and the old sheriff accompanying her.

"Agent Banner, I appreciate your enthusiasm for your work, and normally, it's not like I'm meeting those FBI agents, but Randy (the medical examiner) is on our side."

The old sheriff's implication is that Jane's temper has gone to the wrong person.

Jane let out a long sigh and shook her head slightly, "If my superior sees this autopsy report, he will let me go back to Vegas immediately, I can't help anything, I'm just a person, and."

Seeing her look at him, Jack still kept smiling, glancing at the message on his phone, but the words in his mouth were sarcastic.

"So, you're just going to give up? Am I supposed to congratulate you, Agent Jane Banner, on your compromise with this old and rotten bureaucracy? ”

Jack finished his taunt, completely ignoring someone's attempt to make a few holes in himself with a murderous gaze, and he turned to the old sheriff.

"I don't know much about the process of handling cases at the tribal police station, usually at this time, the police should visit the victim's family to find out about the victim's situation."

"Yes, we'll go now?" The old sheriff seemed to have received some kind of prompt, and looked at Jack with a little more meaning in his eyes.

"I remember yesterday we also met a hunter who was more familiar with the victim's family, and Sheriff Shaw wouldn't mind notifying him to be there? Perhaps this will increase some mutual trust between the two sides. ”

It stands to reason that Arya is here, and these are not problems, but just now Braxton sent a message that the young couple are currently locked out of the door by Arya and Natalie's father, Mr. Hansen, and have been freezing in the snow for more than an hour.

"Of course, there are some things to arrange in the bureau, give me a little time, and I'll call Corey on the way to leave in 20 minutes." The old sheriff hurried away as he spoke, as if he were suddenly full of energy again.

Although he knew that the old sheriff might have some misunderstandings, it didn't matter, as long as the real culprit could be found and the case solved, Jack was sure that the dutiful reservation police officer would understand.

Feeling a slight kick in the calf, Jack looked back at Jane, who was a little sullen, and the girl's eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

"You said that everything is based on me, and I am the one in charge."

Jack sighed heavily, 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 hatred, "You know what? What's the right thing to do when you're in a bureaucracy and can't help yourself? ”

"Hold on. Belief? Jane replied hesitantly, because she didn't know what the other person was trying to say.

"Even if you can only do errands every day in Las Vegas, you must have been exposed to a lot of departments, right?"

Jack didn't have a good breath, "Do you know how long it takes for the FBI's crime lab in Las Vegas to issue a formal autopsy report on a corpse?" ”

"Uh, a week?" Jane seemed to understand what he was trying to say.

"You mean to say? I can have a week to continue the investigation without fear of being directly recalled from above. ”

"No, tomorrow you're going to get a call from your boss telling 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 shocked look, Jack smiled as if he had succeeded in his prank.

(End of chapter)