Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 292 292: 292-Reveal

"And who are you?" The portly Sheriff Ben Shoyo remained expressionless, standing on the porch, staring indifferently at Jack.

"Jack Tavelor, just call Jack. I'm a friend of Alia Hansen. I just arrived from Los Angeles. Aren't you going to invite us in? You don't want to see an FBI agent who ca to help freeze to death in the snow, do you?"

Hearing this, the two elderly n standing on the porch seed to only just realize what was happening, slightly stepping aside to reveal the door they had been blocking.

"The body is five miles away. It takes a snowmobile to get there. She'll freeze to death dressed like that."

A local hunter nad Corey Lambert said, as he escorted the heartbroken Native Arican girl to the group, followed by a burly man.

"This is Alia Hansen, and this is her fiancé, Braxton. I ca with them, uh... I guess like you, for the sa reason."

Jack politely opened the door for Jane, introducing his two companions.

Last night, the BAU mbers were having a gathering at the Wolf brothers' farm when Alia received devastating news: her younger sister, Natalie, had been found frozen to death in the wild. She begged Braxton to take her ho as soon as possible.

Alia didn't say much, but Braxton asked Jack for help, hoping he could accompany them to this wilderness.

Braxton had spent six months in Wyoming and knew that relying on the local tribal police to investigate Natalie's death was a long shot, so he imdiately pulled in soone else's help.

In his words, he hated things that required thinking; with Jack, the professional, whatever the problem, he only needed to take action.

Given his current relationship with the Wolf brothers, Jack naturally felt obligated to help. He went ho, retrieved a gun case with a combination lock, grabbed his Glock pistol and his spare FK7.5, and boarded a plane with the couple that very night.

Of course, he still needed to ask for leave; a two-day weekend was only enough for a round trip, and investigating the case would require much more ti. Fortunately, the BAU didn't have any major cases to handle recently, and Hotchner granted him a week off.

Rossi also readily agreed, stating that if the case beca difficult, as long as Jack persuaded the local tribal police to submit an application, the entire BAU team could be deployed at any ti to provide maximum support.

Jack hadn't expected to run into Jane Banner on the way. Since parting ways at the FBI Academy, he hadn't had any contact with this woman.

But he still vaguely rembered this girl.

This also suggested that although the FBI only sent a rookie agent, which seed sowhat perfunctory, Natalie's death was likely not an accident.

Tribal police only report cases to the FBI when murder is suspected, allowing the FBI to determine jurisdiction.

Because Native Arican reservations enjoy a degree of autonomy, ordinary criminal cases are usually handled by the Bureau of Indian Affairs.

Upon arriving at the farm and seeing the weathered-looking local hunter nad Corey Lambert, wearing a cowboy hat, Jack's curiosity was imdiately piqued.

He recognized that face instantly. This must be from a movie; he'd watched so many TV series in his past life and never seen these characters appear together in a typical cri drama.

Jack felt he wouldn't be surprised if he walked in and saw more familiar faces inside.

However, to his disappointnt, there was only a mixed-race boy with predominantly Japanese features and an elderly Native Arican woman.

"Kuma, get this girl so warm clothes," Corey Lambert said to his mother-in-law as he entered the house behind them.

The elderly Native Arican woman, who was playing with her grandson, reluctantly got up. Her gaze swept over Jane, who was dressed only lightly, before she indifferently gestured for Jane to follow her.

"What were they thinking, sending you here?"

Hearing the old woman's words, Jane looked at everyone awkwardly before following her into the bedroom.

Corey Lambert led Jack and the others to sit on the sofa, picking up a kettle from the coffee table. "Have so hot coffee. You've co at a bad ti, right in the middle of this storm."

Alia, her eyes red and swollen, her expression haggard, stared intently at him. "Uncle Corey, Natalie…"

Seeing Corey Lambert avoid her gaze, Alia looked pleadingly at Sheriff Ben Shoyo beside her.

Ben Shoyo's eyes showed pity, and he lowered his eyelids, speaking softly.

"Yesterday, Corey was tracking a cougar nearby and found the body east of Boulder Rock. I know she looks like Natalie, but…"

"It's Natalie, I know it's her, otherwise I wouldn't have notified your parents." Corey Lambert couldn't help but interrupt the sheriff.

Seeing Alia almost fainting in Braxton's arms, Jack felt that taking her to the scene was not a good idea.

"Braxton, why don't you take Alia to her parents' house first, or find a place to rest? Leave the scene investigation to . She's only recently recovered and shouldn't be subjected to too much stimulation."

Braxton nodded without hesitation. He never hesitated and knew he couldn't be of much help here; taking care of his loved one was the most important thing right now.

He picked up the nearly unconscious Alia and carried her away. "Thank you, Jack. I'll leave this to you. I'll find a hotel in town and then let you know."

After saying that, he nodded slightly to the others, then left the house without looking back, carrying the girl, and drove away.

"So, Mr. Tavelor, who are you?" Sheriff Ben Shoyo had been scrutinizing Jack with a critical eye.

While years had given him a wealth of experience, he couldn't quite guess the handso young man's true identity.

"I'm also an FBI agent, belonging to the BAU, Behavioral Analysis Unit,"

Jack stated bluntly, displaying his identification and stating his purpose.

"I'm currently on leave, invited by Alia and her fiancé, who are my friends in Los Angeles."

The sheriff and hunter Corey Lambert exchanged a surprised glance, their previously expressionless faces softening slightly.

Jack had a feeling that, at the mont he revealed his identity, the somber, deathly atmosphere that had perated the room finally began to shift.