Chapter 293 Corpse
The old sheriff and the local hunter seemed to want to ask more questions. The door to the bedroom on the other side opened, and Jane, wrapped in a smurf, came out.
Not only did she put on a thick sky blue one-piece snow suit, but she also wore a thick woolen hat on her head. Her gloves were also that cute pink color and were even connected with a rope in the middle for hanging. The kind in the neck to prevent loss.
This outfit directly made her age go back ten years. She no longer looked like an elite female FBI agent in the workplace, but looked like a teenager who had just entered high school.
The old Indian woman behind her was still nagging, "These are my granddaughter's clothes. They are not given to you for free. Did you hear me?"
Jane's expression was still awkward, "I heard it, of course."
Corey Lambert, whose expression had already softened slightly, turned his head and saw Jane, and his whole body froze in place as if he had been petrified.
Jack had never seen such rich emotions, surprise, memories, sadness, pain and endurance appear in the eyes of a middle-aged man in an instant.
"OK, uh, okay, we can go."
Corey Lambert wiped his face hard before squatting down and picking up the little mixed-race boy, "Hey, man, I need to work for a few hours. During this time, you can stay with your grandparents." ?"
"But today is our day, you promised to accompany me." The little boy was a little unhappy.
"I promise to come back as soon as possible. These two officers need me to lead the way."
There was a bitterness in Corey Lambert's smile. The emotional impact of that moment had not yet dissipated from his heart. When he spoke, there was a faint glint in his eyes.
"Okay, then you can't lie to me." The little boy's emotions came and went quickly. After being teased twice, he crawled into the arms of his grandfather with a smile.
Jack's eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on the photo wall next to the refrigerator. There was a photo of a girl with a bright smile, dressed exactly like Jane now, and wearing the same woolen hat.
This girl must be Corey Lambert's daughter. Did something unfortunate happen? Jack remained calm and secretly speculated in his heart.
"Have you two known each other before?" Old Sheriff Ben Xiaoy walked at the front and opened the door. The wind and snow outside were lighter than before, and the visibility was much higher.
"We were trained at the FBI Academy in the same class. After graduation, I was assigned to Vegas and he went to the BAU."
After Jane finished speaking, she looked confused at the four snowmobiles lined up at the door, and turned her eyes to Jack for help.
"I'll take you." Snowmobiles can also be considered light ground vehicles, and Jack's skills can easily control them.
Hunter Corey Lambert led the way, and the four of them took three snowmobiles and sped toward the place where the body was found.
Twenty minutes later, when they arrived at their destination, the wind and snow had dissipated, and the dark clouds overhead had disappeared. Two local police officers, accompanied by a forensic assistant, had set up a simple shed and were busy next to the body.
Jane jumped off the motorcycle behind Jack, took off her goggles, pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and nose, looked up at the sky, and then exclaimed, "God, it was still a violent snowstorm just now."
"Yes, there are storms here. It might have been sunny an hour ago, and then suddenly it's full of wind and snow." The old police chief sighed with emotion.
Hunter Corey Lambert glanced at the clouds in the distance and said calmly, "The storm is coming again soon."
Jack jumped off the motorcycle and took a deep breath. The cold and thin air entered the body, which made people feel refreshed. This place is located in the mountains, and the altitude is said to be more than 3,000 meters.
It is estimated that the peak not far away should exceed 4,000 meters. The peak is covered with snow that has not melted for many years. The scenery is magnificent, but it also means that the living environment is extremely harsh.
"Is your BAU planning to take over this case?" Jane asked as she walked away.
Jack shook his head, "It's hard to say for the time being. I'm just entrusted by my friends. I'm still on vacation right now, and everything is centered on you."
Jane nodded noncommittally. She still resented being thrown into such a ghost place by her boss. The attitude of the locals was also intriguing, which made her unmotivated.
But no matter what, Jane still maintained the professionalism that an FBI agent should have. She got into the blockade and began to carefully examine the condition of the body.
"Did the medical examiner confirm the identity of the deceased?"
"It hasn't been officially confirmed yet." The old police chief had just chatted with the forensic assistant and accompanied Jane into the blockade.
"Her name is Natalie Hansen." The hunter, who was resting on the snowmobile, interrupted somewhat unhappily.
Jane shrugged and smoothed things over, "Okay, let's just treat it as confirmed."
"Does she live nearby?"
"Fort Wakash, not far to the north." The old sheriff pointed in the direction.
Although the snow here is not thick and has just covered the uppers of the shoes, the reflection of the sun is very dazzling. Looking directly at it for a long time will cause visual impairment. This is how snow blindness comes about.
Jack squinted his eyes and looked in the direction the old sheriff was pointing. There was nothing there except large snowfields, and he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"How far did you say not far?"
“About 30 minutes’ drive.”
"." It's really hard for Jack to understand this sense of humor.
"Then she didn't run away from home. Didn't her parents report her missing before?" Jane continued to ask.
"No." The old sheriff shook his head.
Jack walked around the snow near the body, and then squatted beside the body with Jane, already having a rough inference in his mind about the cause of death.
Although the girl who died in the snow seemed to be wrapped in a long, thick down jacket, her lower body only had a pair of thin pants stained with specks of blood. She had no gloves on her hands and no shoes on her feet.
The snow on the side where the girl's face hit the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, but the large pool of blood was shocking.
"In this season, what is the average local temperature at night?" He looked at the hunter who was theoretically the most familiar with the local conditions.
Corey Lambert kept looking up at the sky, seemingly not paying attention to them, "It's almost 20 degrees cooler than now."
He was talking about the Fahrenheit degrees that Americans are accustomed to. Jack silently converted it in his mind and found that it was about minus 15 to 20 degrees Celsius. He was basically convinced.
Jane put on rubber gloves and tried to pull open a little of the down jacket to check the blood stains on the girl's pants, but was unsuccessful. The low temperature had connected the body, clothing, and snow.
"That's why I notified the FBI." The old police chief explained that this was obvious evidence of suspected sexual assault.
"So, tell me what you think?" Jane quietly poked Jack with her arm and whispered.
"I know that when you were in the academy, you got perfect marks in the field investigation and forensic science-related tests."