Chapter 295 The Reservation of Despair (Part )

Chapter 295 The Desperate Reservation (Part )

The information came from the chat between the four of them after dinner. Aaliyah, who was taken directly back to the hotel by Braxton to rest, finally recovered and introduced some local conditions to everyone.

Although her complexion was still haggard, the girl's mental state improved a lot after receiving the assurance that Jack would do his best to find out the truth.

Jack took the opportunity to ask her about the hunter Corey Lambert.

Corey once had a daughter named Emily, who was best friends with Aaliyah's sister Natalie. The two girls were the same age and were almost inseparable.

Three years ago, Emily disappeared at a party. A few days later, the body was found by a young shepherd, in the field more than 20 meters away from Corey's house.

"So, what happened to that girl?" Jane's cheeks were flushed. She was freezing before. Jack asked for a bottle of whiskey and poured her a glass.

Aaliyah shook her head, "No one knew that the wolves had destroyed the body and no traces of it were left. In the end, the identity of the body was confirmed through DNA testing."

"After that, Uncle Cory sold his sporting goods store in the ski area and became a professional hunter."

After speaking, tears came to her eyes again, and Braxton poured a little juice into the glass in front of her. Aaliyah rejected any alcoholic beverages, which came from her previous life experience.

Jack knew that in this country, the problem of alcoholism was as serious as the epidemic of drug addiction, and among the Indians, the problem of alcoholism was magnified multiple times on this basis.

In the traditional culture of the Indians, many hallucinogenic substances are used as a tool to communicate with the gods, such as tobacco, mushrooms, and secretions of certain animals.

But before the whites arrived in America, the aborigines who were enclosed in this promised land were still slowly developing their own civilization, and they hadn't even pointed out the technology tree of distillation.

So when the Indians exchanged furs from the colonists for brandy and rum, the "strong drink", things got out of hand.

One theory is that due to tens of thousands of years of isolation, Indian genes have caused them to naturally lack the ability to decompose alcohol, which makes them more intolerant and addictive to spirits than other races.

As a result, the aboriginal people regarded spirits, which can make you feel ecstatic after a few sips, as a sacred object. To this day, the Sioux people in North America still call spirits "mniwakan", which means holy water.

In modern times, in the Americas, especially in North America, alcohol has become the best placebo for Indians who have been completely marginalized, "captive" in reservations, and have no hope of life.

Today, about 8% of Aboriginal people in this country have alcohol problems, and one in four babies is born with fetal alcohol syndrome.

Among Aaliyah's paternal relatives, two died of cirrhosis of the liver caused by alcoholism, and three died of drunken traffic accidents. This is what caused her extreme rejection of alcohol.

Not wanting to touch upon the girl's painful past further, Jack asked Braxton to take care of his fiancée, and agreed to go to Aaliyah's parents' house tomorrow morning, and then go shopping with Jane.

After all, when she thought of wearing the clothes of a deceased girl, Jane felt something wrong all over her body. It was not because there was any taboo in oriental culture, but because she thought of the reluctance in the eyes of the old Indian woman.

Jane really felt the kindness of that family. Although she was very reluctant, facing her thin clothes, they still took out her late granddaughter's clothes and put them on her.

And Jack also understood the origin of the complex look in his eyes when Jane changed her clothes and appeared in front of Corey Lambert.

After buying a full set of warm clothes in a store in the town, Jane changed into them directly, and then specially found a dry cleaner to send the changed clothes to dry cleaning, and repeatedly asked the clerk to handle them carefully.

It was not too early to return to the hotel, Jack sent Jane to the door of the room, said hello and was ready to go to bed, his room was next door.

"Come in and have a drink."

Jane seemed to be still drunk, with a blush still hanging on her cheeks, and she looked a little more charming than during the day.

"Eh, no, I already have a girlfriend." Jack silently replaced a certain word with a plural in his mind.

Jane's expression froze, and the hand holding the door frame slipped, then she gritted her teeth and gave him a look, and said angrily, "I want to talk to you about this case."

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Jack quickly apologized, whether it was a misunderstanding or not, his answer just now was a bit hurtful to the girl.

The room in the small hotel is not big, and the decoration is very simple, except for an exaggerated wine cabinet with local characteristics, it is not much different from ordinary hotels.

Jane entered the room and turned on the heater, took off her coat, poured a small glass of whiskey for Jack, and buried her body in the sofa wearily.

"Before I came here, I did a little research. Although it was in a hurry, did you know that in the federal missing persons statistics, aboriginal women are not counted among them."

Jack didn't answer, but slowly turned the wine glass in his hand, listening to her narration quietly.

“And the most recent report I could find about them was from fifteen years ago, and it said that one-third of Indian women in this state had been raped, and that of those who had perpetrated violence against them, 96% are non-Indians."

"And I'm just a rookie who was sent here to perform an administrative process. Maybe tomorrow, I will be called back to Las Vegas."

Jane's voice became weaker and weaker, and gradually became inaudible. When Jack came back to his senses, he found that she was already snoring lightly.

"If only there were more 'Holy Mothers' like you in this world."

Jack sighed with emotion, carried the sleeping girl to bed, touched her forehead, and found that the blush on her cheeks was not due to the small glass of whiskey, but a fever.

After giving Jane a treatment, Jack took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, and then left her room quietly.

Although this girl looks a little silly, she is not stupid. It is obvious that an idiot cannot become an FBI agent, so from the moment she came here, she knew that she was just a tool to execute bureaucratic procedures .

It's as if Jack didn't take Rosie's promised support to heart from the beginning. It's not that he doesn't trust Rosie, but that in this place that is deliberately ignored, the law is more valuable than used toilet paper in the toilet. Also useless.

Maybe Rossi does have enough energy to let BAU's "Gulfstream" business jet land at the nearest airport here, but the favor he has to sell, or the price he has to pay, will even greatly exceed the cost of dealing with food in New Mexico. Devil.