Chapter Twelve
Riley spotted two women holding out their thumbs hitchhiker-style as a massive big rig rolled toward them. They were dressed almost identically, braless with T-shirts ripped away at their midriffs and ultra-short denim skirts. They were obviously hookers, and it was easy to see that they sold themselves as a single package.
With a mighty hiss of brakes, the truck ground to a halt. The driver leaned out his window and beckoned to the girls. They scampered around to the passenger door and climbed inside. Then the truck rumbled back into motion and continued on its way. Riley found it unsettling to consider whatever this impromptu threesome was about to do next. But now was no time to get distracted. Her job was to find out whether Nancy Holbrook had met her killer here.
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