Chapter 1117 The murder weapon
"Coming of age, right?" Jack roughly understood what was going on. The legal drinking age in California is 21, while in Mexico it is 18.
These American kids will cross the border to Tijuana and get drunk after turning 18, and some will try some contraband.
"Since the two were traveling together, why did Lee die in the end, while Rosie was able to cross the border and go home safely? Does anyone think there is something wrong here?" Aubrey asked.
"Not only that." After a brief investigation of Lee Kern's situation, Alice retrieved Rosie Bantar's information.
"Interestingly, I found that Rosie had a traveler's express pass."
"What's that?" Clay asked in confusion.
"It can be regarded as an electronic certificate used by people who frequently travel between the US-Mexico border, which is limited to US citizens for quick entry and exit."
Alice explained while entering the CBP database and pulling out a long entry and exit record.
"Lee Kern is going to Tijuana for the first time, but Rosie goes back and forth almost every week, and the people she travels with are different every time."
Aubrey raised his eyebrows, showing a smug expression that he had seen through everything, "An 18-year-old girl travels back and forth across the border so frequently, you should think the same as me, right?"
"Drug trafficking?" Jubal frowned. Although he is an experienced old FBI, as the father of two girls, he will inevitably be affected by this kind of thing every time he sees it.
"Fortunately, we landed in San Diego. After getting off the plane, Jiejie and Aubrey went to talk to Rosie, and Clay was responsible for checking the equipment. I hope we won't use these things."
The Wanted Criminals Team inherited the excellent tradition of the BAU Team. After Jubal assigned their respective tasks, except for Alice who was still busy in front of the computer, the others set up a mahjong table in the restaurant area and built a Great Wall by standing or sitting.
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"Thank you for letting me assist in the autopsy, Granado." Jack pulled over the telescopic hose and carefully washed the red pigment on the body.
These red pigments only look a little intimidating, but they are not difficult to clean up. Ordinary clean water can easily remove them.
According to the previous discussion, the seven members of the wanted criminal team split into three groups after landing in San Diego. Jack and Hannah first crossed the border to find the forensic office in Tijuana.
While cleaning, Jack carefully observed the scars on the surface of the body. It can be seen that most of the scars were caused after death, such as wrists and arms tied with ropes.
However, he had checked the rope. It was just a common plastic rope. Mexico is not the United States. There is no relatively complete criminal database. There should be no hope for fiber comparison.
A middle-aged woman in her 50s, that is, Granado, the forensic doctor in Jack's mouth, was checking the wound on the neck of the body on the other side of the stainless steel dissection table.
She smiled at Jack when she heard it. Although her expression was blocked by the mask, it could still be detected from the smile lines at the corners of her eyes.
"Actually, I should thank you for your assistance, Agent Tavola. Please forgive our current predicament. I believe you can see that we are short-staffed and the workload is overwhelming."
The middle-aged female medical examiner spoke very good English, with almost no Spanish accent, and was quite friendly to the two FBI agents.
Jack certainly understood what she meant. Tijuana is the fourth largest city in Mexico, but its crime rate is second only to Juarez, with an average of nearly 10 homicides per day.
Hannah stood far away with her arms folded, watching the two people operate, her beautiful eyes darting around, looking like she had nowhere to put.
This Texas girl dared to join in the fun when the Wolf Brothers farm slaughtered cattle and pigs before. Although she didn't kill as many people as someone else in the past few years at the FBI, she also wrote several shooting reports.
But she was still not used to the autopsy of corpses, and this psychological discomfort was not transferred by human will.
Of course, let alone Hannah, even experienced Jubal or Clay who had been to the battlefield in the team could not chat about what to eat tonight when working with professional forensic doctors like Jack did.
Jack is not a born antisocial personality, he has simply seen too many, and he can't accept too disgusting corpses, such as the highly decomposed and strong-smelling giants.
But he has been consciously training his ability in this area, and he always takes a team member with him, because only by getting used to corpses can you concentrate and avoid missing important clues that may exist.
Granado forensic doctor glanced at Hannah, with understanding in his tone, "I have been doing this for so many years, and I still feel uncomfortable every time I see a corpse.
Especially such a young child, living in the United States, he should have a brighter future."
"Maybe." Jack snorted coldly, not targeting the middle-aged female forensic doctor, but scraping some white powder from the nails of the deceased's right hand.
"Is this some kind of poison?" Granado took the glass dish containing the powder, took it to the table magnifying glass with a light and observed it, then turned around and took out several portable poison test kits from the medicine cabinet.
"Leave it to me." Hannah took the initiative to take over this relatively simple task with some embarrassment.
So Granado continued to work at the dissection table, and Jack had already pulled the shadowless lamp to the top of the head of the corpse.
"It seems that the cause of death has been confirmed. The carotid artery, trachea and larynx have been completely cut off. No other fatal injuries were found in other parts. The abrasions show that the deceased was tied up after death."
Forensic doctor Granado nodded in agreement, but soon frowned, "But the weapon that caused this injury seems to be uncommon. The wound gradually tapers from right to left. The depth is limited, but the extended length almost covers half of the deceased's neck."
Jack also leaned down, almost touching his head with the middle-aged female forensic doctor, "This shows that the weapon has a considerable arc, and the wound is very neat. There is no sign of repeated cutting, and there is no tear mark on the edge of the skin, so it is definitely not a serrated dagger."
Forensic doctor Granado gestured several postures in a row, and finally maintained the one of cutting the throat from behind, "This is the most reasonable way to exert force, but what kind of weapon can cause such a clean wound in one blow?"
Of course, it is one of the weapons that capitalists fear the most. Jack took off his mask and gloves, took the sticky note on the workbench, drew a simple sketch and showed it to the other party.
"Sickle?" The middle-aged female medical examiner also took off her mask and showed a surprised expression.
At the same time, Hannah's test results came out, "This powder is cocaine."