Early the next morning, Jack, Jane, Braxton, and Corey Lambert arrive at the Tribal Police Station to meet with Sheriff Ben Shoey.

Corey seemed to have regained his composure, and even took the initiative to joke with the old sheriff as usual.

It's very cold today, I don't know if Lao Mei has such a saying that it is a cold spring, although it is early in the morning, but the sun has risen, but the temperature is still more than ten degrees below zero.

The old sheriff is flanked by young Deputy Sheriff Brant, who is securing a snowmobile on a trailer with two officers.

There were quite a few people going to the drilling camp today, and the Tribal Police Department used their most valuable equipment, a trailer and 2 Ford off-road pickups, and the trailer was loaded with 4 snowmobiles.

According to the old sheriff, in order to save money, the oil company simply built an improvised road, but as early as last summer, it was crushed by heavy trucks and never repaired.

Therefore, the last leg of the road can only be reached by snowmobile.

"Hey, Corey, why are you here too?"

Deputy Sheriff Brant checked the secured snowmobile, jumped off the board, and took the initiative to say hello to Corey.

"Ben called me here, and he wanted me to hang around and see if there were any other clues."

Corey's words are not true, and according to the deliberations of the group, he is tasked with searching for possible footprints between the drilling camp and the location where Natalie's body was found.

Although today is the third day of the discovery of the body, and there have been several large and small snowstorms in between, according to Cory's experience, there is a sparse section of woods and shrubs between the two sites.

If you look closely, it is still possible to find some traces in it, which is his area of expertise.

The reason why I chose to keep it secret is because I don't want the security guards in the drilling camp to hear anything in advance and know that they have become the number one target of suspicion.

After a brief introduction, Jack's identity remained the same, he was still a friend of the Hansen family, an FBI on vacation, and a crime expert, although his tender face, which looked like he was in his early 20s, was really not convincing.

Braxton became a trainee hunter for the USFWS (Federal Fish and Wildlife Service), a recently retired Ma Run.

Although he didn't stay in the army as long as his brother Chris, he was indeed a real veteran, and he got in touch with several police officers in a few sentences.

The three young local officers, including Deputy Sheriff Brandt, were all military backgrounds, and they barely showed much Indian ancestry from their appearances.

But in this ghost place, if you want to have a future, joining the army or going to college are one of the few two good options.

They all have local families and choose to return to the local area to become tribal police officers, although the pay is much worse than that of the LAPD.

But in this reservation, their income, combined with the lump sum pension they received when they were discharged from the army, was enough to support a family who was quite well-off.

"And what is our mission today?" Deputy Sheriff Brandt had a little curiosity on his face.

"Jane is in charge of things today, so let her speak." The old sheriff can be said to be very friendly to Jane now, and he took the initiative to open half of his body to the side.

Jane was a little stunned, unprepared for this, "Well, here's the case, there are some cameras near this drilling camp, and I hope there will be cameras to capture some of the situation." ”

"If possible, go into the prefabricated houses where they live and see if you can find some clues."

Although the rash had receded and the red and swollen eye bubbles had mostly disappeared, Jane still deliberately put on an eye makeup to cover it up today, which also made the young men present look straight.

"Do you have a search warrant?" Deputy Sheriff Brant looked less than forty, and he should have already started a family, and he was also the most calm of the bunch.

"Well, I'll politely ask for their permission before searching." Jane glanced at Jack with some weakness as she said this.

She knew that today was destined to be in vain, and the purpose of their visit to the drilling camp was simply to test it.

Corey and Braxton deliberately wore pure white snow suits and white cloaks, which looked like they were just hunters' attire, but in fact they had other missions.

After scouting the surroundings, the two would hide in the woods near the drilling camp and observe the security guards' every move.

"Ah, okay." Deputy Sheriff Brant nodded perfunctorily, looking a little disappointed.

"Can't we just drive a snowmobile right from here?"

He then looked at Corey, there were seven people in the tribal police station, and most of them were mobilized today, and there was such a large amount of equipment, which made him think that there was some big operation, and this was the result?

Corey shook his head, "There are two canyons in between, and I don't want to see you roll over, so I don't recommend doing that." ”

The old sheriff said, "It's nearly 50 miles to go through the refinery, but it's still early, and we have plenty of time." ”

"Well, remember to treat the lads to a drink when they come back, they haven't had a drink with such a pretty girl in a long time."

Deputy Sheriff Brant didn't hold back after all, and said a word before getting into the car.

Without waiting for Jane to say anything, the old sheriff replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll invite you for the first round of wine tonight, and I'll help you ask your wife for leave." ”

Amid laughter, everyone started their vehicles and set off towards today's destination.

Although the Windy River Valley is located on the reservation, the scenery is really good, surrounded by mountains and along winding roads, all of which are spectacular in terms of snow.

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, the snow that does not melt all year round, the green coniferous forest bands in the middle are dotted, and the frozen rivers reflect the crystal light like diamonds in the sunlight from far and near.

In contrast to the beautiful scenery are the dilapidated farm buildings along the road, and some of the aborigines, who look like smokers and look like addicts, gather around the burning tin buckets to keep warm, looking like they have nothing to do.

A small convoy of SUVs, three pickup trucks and a trailer sped across the road, and after more than an hour, a fork in the road appeared in front of them.

The team was led by Corey's dark green pickup truck, painted with eye-catching yellow stripes and the FWS logo, and he stopped directly after turning a fork in the road, and the rest of the cars also stopped.

After unloading the snowmobile, Colin regrouped his gear, slipped his Marlin 1895 lever rifle into the warm holster on the back of the motorcycle, and led Braxton into the woods in the distance.

The rest of the group also got into their own cars, and Jack took Jane along the muddy improvised road to the drilling camp not far away.

(End of chapter)