Chapter Thirteen
Her stomach knotted with dread, Riley headed for the last part of Hank’s Derby that she needed to investigate. After leaving the bar, she had shown Nanette’s picture around the truck stop store, but no one there had been helpful. Now she had to see what might be happening among the parked trucks, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.
When she walked out of the main building into the warm night air, she didn’t see any hookers around. Maybe they’d been tipped off that an FBI agent was around.
Across a wide stretch of pavement, rows of silent trucks occupied a big parking lot. Most of the parking lot lights weren’t working and those few that were created giant shadows. She walked slowly toward the mammoth vehicles.
Everything was very quiet, and at first she thought maybe
