Rossi and Blake walked over to the table Betty had pointed out.

"Hello," Rossi greeted the three truckers. "David Rossi, FBI." He showed his credentials.

"Alex Blake," Blake spoke up and showed her credentials.

"If you don't mind, we have some questions for you," Rossi continued.

One of the men looked up at Rossi. "Fancy cops!" he commented.

"The fanciest," Rossi agreed.

"And you think we can help you?" a second man asked, sarcastically.

"We certainly hope so," Blake told him. "We're looking for someone who is familiar with this stretch of I-59."

"And, why would you want that?" the third man asked.

"Recently some women from around here have disappeared and later turned up dead," Rossi explained to the truckers. "All of them had been extensively tortured prior to being killed. We think you might be able to help find who killed them."

"Wasn't me," the second trucker drawled lazily.

"Listen," Rossi told him in a barely controlled voice. "Three women have all been brutally murdered. And, a fourth has just been abducted. We are hoping we can find her and get her back safely. Next time, it could be your wife, or your sister, or your daughter. Do you want to take that chance, or do you want to see if you can help us catch this guy?"

"What do you need?" the first trucker was now paying close attention.

"We need to know if you have noticed something different or unusual along this stretch of highway recently," Blake told him. "It might be something minor, like skid marks running off the road where there was nothing to stop for."

"Or major," Rossi added. "Like a strange 18-wheeler somewhere where it had no business being."

"Well, there have been a lot of strange 18-wheelers in the area lately," the third trucker told him. "A bunch of tornados came through here about two months ago. Did a lot of damage. Trucks have been bringing in building supplies and also new stock for the stores so they can open again for business."

"Do any of these trucks come in and drop their trailers?" Rossi glanced over at Blake. "So that just the cab leaves?"

"That's right," the first trucker told him. "Sometimes the construction crew or the store owner uses the trailer for storage. When they have it emptied out, the driver brings the cab back and picks up the empty unit."

"That might account for the tracks Morgan saw at the abduction sites," Rossi commented to Blake. "A cab by itself would be able to get down the smaller roads and would have plenty of room for concealing the incapacitated victim."

"We have a rough description of the man who is doing this," Blake decided to introduce the topic. "He is probably between the ages of 18 and 25, and doesn't do anything to call attention to himself. He is quiet to the point where you wonder if he is capable of speaking. You could see him every day, and probably wouldn't realize it."

"He most likely is originally from this area," Rossi continued. "And, he is very controlled. Any change to his established routine will upset him."

The three truckers looked at each other.

"That doesn't sound like anyone we know," the second driver told the agents.

"Okay, thanks, guys!" Blake said as Rossi put several of his business cards on the table.

"If you think of anything, give me a call," he told them as he and Blake turned to leave.

"You can count on it," the first trucker told them as the other two nodded in agreement.

As the agents walked past the cash register, Rossi handed Betty another of his cards. "Just in case you hear anything you think might help us," he told her.

Betty smiled and handed them two to go cups of coffee and a bakery bag.

"What?" Rossi looked at her.

"We're famous for our brownies," she told him. "My mother's recipe, you know.

Her eyes started to tear-up, "Just get Sue Ann back safely," she said. "Get that son of a bitch good!"