Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 291 291: 291-Jane Banner or Scarlett Witch?

Jane Banner felt like she was going crazy. Although she had been driving through this blizzard for two hours, it all felt like a dream.

She was from Fort Lauderdale, a Florida native who grew up on the warm beaches of the East Coast, basking in the sunshine, and this was the first ti in her life she had ever seen a real blizzard.

She had never been to such a cold, godforsaken place, let alone seen so much snow. Why was the snow so heavy that it completely obscured her view? Why had she been suddenly assigned here?

Jane Banner was just a rookie agent who had only been with the FBI for a few months. The cheers of her classmates at the FBI Academy's "Volunteer Night," when she loudly proclaid "Las Vegas" on stage, still seed fresh in her mind.

Everything had happened so fast. At first, she had only co to the Riverton courthouse in Fremont, Wyoming, to submit a statent, and then she received a phone call.

The call was from her boss, who said there seed to be a murder on a Native Arican reservation called Wind River and asked her to check it out, as she was the FBI agent closest to the scene.

Jane Banner didn't have ti to think much of it, not even to go back to Cheyenne (the capital of Wyoming) to get a Suburban. She hurriedly rented an SUV and sped off.

Feeling the increasingly cold air from the car's heater, despair began to creep into the girl's heart. She started to wonder if joining the FBI had been a mistake.

She reflected on her short few months at the FBI, trying to recall if she had inadvertently offended her strange boss—whose hairline was receding and who secretly collected comic book cards.

Outgoing and attractive, she prided herself on her interpersonal skills, both at the FBI academy and in the Las Vegas office.

Occasionally, a few self-important guys would try to provoke her, but she handled them all with ease. After all, this wasn't the last century, where girls had to smile and beg for forgiveness after being slapped on the backside in the office. And importantly, this isn't Ching Chong.

The blizzard outside was getting worse, and the road ahead was completely obscured.

Jane Banner sighed, slumping over the steering wheel in self-pity. Was it all just a coincidence? Was it really just bad luck that she happened to be there?

It all felt like a dream; one second she was in the scorching desert of Las Vegas, and the next she was thrown into this icy hell of minus 20 degrees Celsius.

"Am I going to die?" An indescribable sense of oppression welled up inside her. Even though the car engine was still running and the air conditioning was still on, Jane Banner felt an overwhelming despair.

Knock, knock, knock!

A knocking sound ca from outside the window. Jane Banner reflexively placed her hand on the window button, but hesitated for a few seconds before finally deciding to roll the window down a crack.

Although it was just a small crack, the icy wind still howled in, instantly dropping the already near-freezing interior temperature to below zero.

"Your car broke down? Need help?" A familiar voice ca from outside the window, making Jane Banner almost unable to believe her ears.

"Jack, is that you?" She pressed the button hard, rolling down the window halfway, and sure enough, a familiar handso face appeared before her.

"Jane?"

Jack hadn't expected to run into soone he knew here either. This girl, who had left a deep impression on him back at the academy, was standing before him.

[A/n: Any one with a vagina leaves a deep impression on you.]

"Weren't you at BAU?" The wind was too strong, and Jane Banner raised her voice.

Jack looked at the girl, shivering from the cold in only a thin down jacket, and instead of answering her question, he asked just as loudly,

"Can your car still move?"

Jane Banner seed to realize that now was not the ti for catching up, and quickly nodded, "Okay, but the snow is too heavy. The navigation says the destination is just ahead, turn left, but I can't see anything."

Jack nodded, "I have a local guide in my car, just follow us."

He then raised his hand, signaling her to quickly close the car window.

A Ford F150 with its hazard lights on pulled up in front of Jane Banner's SUV, and she quickly released the handbrake and cautiously followed behind.

After a difficult 20-minute drive, the two vehicles stopped in front of a log cabin on a farm, where three bulky figures were waiting at the door.

Seeing the two vehicles stop, one of them, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat and with the insignia of the Fish and Ga Departnt embroidered on his uniform, stepped forward.

A Native Arican girl jumped out of the passenger seat of the Raptor F150, threw herself into the middle-aged man's arms, and burst into tears.

Jane Banner turned off the car, looked at the heavy snow outside, hesitated for a mont, then mustered her courage, wrapped her thin clothes tighter around herself, got out of the car, and walked quickly towards the cabin.

The cold wind, carrying huge snowflakes, hit her in the face, the biting chill making her breath involuntarily short and rapid. It seed that if she didn't breathe quickly, the icy air would freeze her lungs completely if she dared to take a deep breath.

"I'm Jane Banner, from the FBI."

Jane Banner reached the cabin and shook hands with a portly old man in a thick police uniform.

"You ca alone?" The portly old man looked away from the SUV she had gotten out of and asked expressionlessly.

"Uh, I think so, just ."

Jane Banner was also unsure. She had indeed co alone, but she didn't know why this Jack, whom she had t on the way, who should belong to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, was here.

"I'm Ben Shoyo, the sheriff of the local tribal police station." the portly old man introduced himself, watching a pretty FBI agent shivering in the snow before him.

"That's Corey Lambert, a registered hunter from the Ga and Fish Departnt; he's the one who found the body." Sheriff Ben Shoyo gestured with his chin towards the middle-aged man who was bowing his head to comfort the Native Arican girl.

"This is his father-in-law, Dan, the owner of this farm."

Sheriff Ben Shoyo continued, looking at an elderly man beside him with silver hair, two small braids typical of Native Aricans hanging down his chest, and a face full of wrinkles.

Jane Banner stamped her feet a couple of tis. Less than five minutes after leaving the car, she could barely feel her toes; in this temperature, her canvas shoes were practically useless.

"I'm sorry we're eting under these circumstances. Uh, so, is it convenient to see the body now? I don't an any offense, but I'm freezing to death, so I hope it's as soon as possible."

Jack, completely wrapped up, appeared behind her at so point. "Jane, while I admire your professionalism, aren't you really not planning to wear more clothes?"