That's My Story and I'm Sticking To It

So, let me see if I have the facts right, now.  A middle aged reporter, successful enough in his career to write for the Washington Post and the Guardian, needs a piece of Saudi paperwork so he can marry his fiancee.  He is told that the paperwork is ready and can be picked up at the Saudi consulate in Ankara, Turkey, where he is currently staying.  He goes to the consulate with his fiancee, who he leaves outside, and enters to pick up this routine document.

Meanwhile, fifteen Saudi men, who the Saudis describe as "tourists" fly to Ankara in a private jet apparently owned by the Saudi royal family (nice way to travel, I guess,) travelling with equipment designed to dismember a dead body (never seen that in a Brookstone next to the travel chargers, have you?)  They go immediately from the airport to the consulate.  Then, a few hours later, apparently satisfied with their experience of foreign culture, they return to the airport, carrying several black garbage bags full of...something...with them, and fly back the same day to Saudi Arabia.

This reporter is now reported to have entered the consulate, and instead of picking up his paperwork and going back to his fiancee, decides to get in a fight with what we now know are fifteen people from the Saudi security service, in which he is (whoops) accidentally killed.  Rather than reporting this tragic incident and allowing the Turkish authorities to examine the body, they somehow allow the body to disappear, and it is never seen again.

That's pretty much the gist of it.  And what is the response of our President?

"Asked by a reporter whether he thought Saudi Arabia’s explanation for Khashoggi’s death was credible, Trump said, “I do. I do.”