The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 36

Tribal police station.

"Agent Banner, this is?"

The duty officer naturally knew Jane's identity, and after greeting Jane, he looked at Chuck beside her.

"This is……"

Jane just wanted to introduce, but the words stopped at the edge of her mouth.

How should I introduce it?

You can't just say that she hired the detective, right?

As an FBI agent, although many people are indeed just dawdling, it is still the basic skill of an agent to investigate cases on the surface.

The local police station and institutions like the FBI have their own jurisdictional disputes. If the other party finds out, they will definitely laugh at her.

"consultant."

Chuck calmly reminded.

"Yes, advisor!"

Jane nodded immediately.

"You still have money in the FBI."

The duty officer at the tribal police station shook his head.

Jane blushed.

She knew what the other person meant.

A powerful organization like the FBI has a budget that cannot be matched by the local police department, so it has the money to hire various consultants to help.

Even in many cases, it is actually these external consultants who handle the case, but these real detectives just sit back and enjoy the benefits.

Once upon a time she would argue back.

But now she has also found a consultant, not from the department she went to, but a private detective with a personal relationship, which seems to be more solid to the other party's ridicule.

I just think of the girl who fell in the snow, no one will help her, I'm afraid no one will help her.

Because although everyone knew it was murder, the autopsy result was that the girl ran in the snowy field with biting cold wind, choked on the cold wind for a long time, caused coughing up blood, and was drowned by her own blood after falling... She couldn't find any conclusive evidence to prove it If the girl had been murdered, her boss would have called her back immediately.

She could only look at Chuck with shame in her heart, and opened her mouth.

"I need to see the police file."

Chuck gets to work on the case.

"I'm going to ask the Sheriff about this."

The staff on duty looked at Chuck and Jane, and didn't agree immediately: "It's too late now, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

"time does not wait."

Chuck frowned: "Agent Banner, you call the sheriff now."

"it is good!"

Jane also felt that time was running out, so she immediately took out her mobile phone and called the female police chief as soon as she agreed. The ring only rang once, and she was connected.

"Sergeant Bishop will be here in a minute."

Jane hung up the phone and said to Chuck.

Chuck nodded.

After a while, there was the sound of a car stopping suddenly outside the police station, and a policewoman walked in quickly.

Chuck looked and saw that she was a middle-aged policewoman about 40 years old. Her appearance was inclined to Indians, but there were signs of mixed race.

"Sheriff Bishop."

Jane took the initiative to say hello: "This is the consultant I found, Dr. Chuck Wolf!"

"Hello, Dr. Wolfe."

The sheriff held out her hand to Chuck.

Chuck shakes back.

"Go to my office."

The female sheriff greeted, led the way, and brought Chuck and Jane to her sheriff's office.

"The FBI is sure to take over?"

After the female sheriff sat down, she said excitedly.

In her opinion, sending a rookie agent like Jane before was a routine and perfunctory procedure, but now she has sent a doctoral consultant, which is clearly ready to officially take over.

That's fine.

Unlike the police stations in most other places who resist the FBI, in her opinion, as long as the case can be solved and the criminals brought to justice, it doesn't matter who solves the case and who gets the credit.

Compared with the local police department, the FBI has the most abundant resources and can better solve the case.

"not yet."

Knowing that the female sheriff had misunderstood, Jane explained with some embarrassment: "Dr. Wolfe is a consultant I invited for my personal relationship."

"That's it."

The female police chief nodded slightly, without showing any embarrassment to Jane, but with appreciation in her eyes: "Is there anything I can do?"

"I need local case files over the years."

Chuck said.

"it is good!"

The female sheriff immediately agreed and called the officer on duty to bring it in.

"Any more?"

the sheriff asked.

"Has anything like this happened here?"

Chuck asked.

"No."

The female police chief shook her head: "The folk customs here are simple and honest, and there are not many cases, let alone such vicious cases."

The folk customs are simple... Chuck glanced at Jane.

It seems that he shouldn't have said before that such a small case should not be approached in the future, because it is very appropriate and reasonable for him to appear in a place with simple folk customs.

Jane smiled wryly.

"Is there a problem?"

The sheriff was puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Jane shook her head.

This kind of local case, even if the wording is changed from small case to simple case, it is still an offense to the female sheriff and others.

"Is there a garrison nearby?"

Chuck asked again.

"No."

The Sheriff shook her head.

At this time, the staff on duty had already moved the files in.

"These are the dossiers over the years."

The female police chief signaled: "I'm afraid it will take a long time to finish reading, why don't you just ask me, I know all about it."

"While watching and asking, don't delay."

Chuck began to flip through the file, and continued to ask, "Are there other government agencies nearby?"

"You think this was done by a government worker?"

The Sheriff frowned.

This question was asked of the garrison and other government agencies. Obviously, the first target of suspicion was placed on this.

As a staff member of a national agency, she instinctively rejected this kind of behavior.

"The town has a small population and the relationship is simple."

Chuck looked down at the file and said casually: "If even you, a senior sheriff who is familiar with the town, can't find the suspect, then there is a high probability that it is not someone from the town, but an outsider.

If there is a garrison nearby, then the first suspect is naturally the garrison. "

"why?"

Jane couldn't help asking.

"You are the FBI, don't you even know this?"

Chuck looked up at her and frowned: "The crimes committed by the U.S. troops are too numerous to record. Wherever they are stationed, the crime rate soars and the three poisons are rampant. Just look at the island countries where the troops are stationed.

This time, the victim is an Indian girl again, whose appearance is similar to that of Asians. The identity of the Indians in the mainland is not even as good as those of the island countries. At least the island countries are grateful for the abuse of the United States, but they do not have a holiday like Thanksgiving. Celebrate, once there is a garrison nearby, more than 90.00% of the garrison will do it, and it must not be the only one. "

As he spoke, he lowered his head and quickly flipped through the files.

"..."

Jane was speechless.

The female sheriff looked ugly.

Although she is of mixed race, her emotional tendency is still toward the tribe, and she is working hard for the harmony between the tribe and the government. How can she want to hear the well-known truth that she doesn't want to think about it.

There was a dead silence in the office.

"Can you really see so fast?"

Jane first recovered from this strange atmosphere, looked left and right, and didn't know how to break this atmosphere. Seeing that Chuck didn't look at it at all, but just flipped through it quickly, she couldn't help but complain.

"The human brain processes 16 bits of information per second, equivalent to 65536 pieces of information, while the subconscious mind can process 1100 million pieces of information."

Chuck's movements remained unchanged, and he looked up at her: "So yes, I can!"

Jane and the female sheriff: "..."

(End of this chapter)