Truck driving serial killers

http://www.tulsaworld.com/news/arti...cleid=20090509_338_0_KNAIYo321772&archive=yes

It's a scary old world out there.

 

Dude, did you actually read the article? They've already caught a couple who were truck drivers.
The FBI and other officials quoted in the article are very careful to say that they are not trying to paint the whole trucking profession as killers, they know that the vast majority of us are hard working, law abiding folks.
But with the number of bodies they have found, especially those who were known to work the truck stops as prostitutes, it's not unreasonable to assume that the killers may have been truck drivers.
I mean, if you were a serial killer looking for easy victims, what better career than driving a truck? You could move around from one jurisdiction to another, making it difficult to find a pattern, and you could just ask for commercial company on the CB and your victims would come to you.
So no, I don't think truck drivers are more likely that anyone else to be serial killers, I think the job is more likely to attract serial killers because of the benefits this lifestyle offers as far as making it easier for them to get away with their crimes.

 

Maybe I've read and watched too many forensic dramas and murder stories, or maybe I just have far too inventive an imagination, (or maybe it's the writer in me), but I can spin out several scenarios where it would be far too easy for a truck driver to prey on lot lizards an hitchhikers for years and never get caught.
You only get a criminal background check if you apply for a hazmat endorsement or a TWIC card, otherwise only your driving record gets looked at - and the last time I checked the DMV doesn't keep track of whether or not you have a predilection for pulling the wings off of flies or setting the neighborhood strays on fire.
As far as logs go - you may log sleeper time, but that doesn't mean you are sleeping.

Imagine a fellow - lets call him Lou Sifer - with beady little piggy eyes and a grin that comes too easily to his lips but never touched those eyes. He hides his horns beneath a ball cap where most men keep their bald spots. Mr. Sifer has a certain hobby that makes it difficult for him to stay in one place for very long (his basement is getting full, and the neighbors will start noticing the smell soon). He opens the paper a skims his empty eyes over the articles, chuckling at the misfortunes of others (this always cheers him up. You can always count on the media for a good disaster story). His attention falls on an ad - "Get your CDL, See the country, Make $50,000 to $70,000 a Year!" and the gears begin to turn in his cesspool mind.

He puts his hobby on hold for a little while, practices his 'hale fellow, well met' persona, and gets his CDL. He takes a couple of years to get to know the ins and outs of his new situation, learns to keep his rig and logs in pristine shape so there will be no excuse to search his rig. He scouts out abandoned gas stations, lonely spots in woods and desert and mountain pass where he can park his rig with no-one around to interrupt the silence, already planning how he will fill that silence with no-one around but him to hear. He buys a few supplies (plastic sheeting, duct tape, razor blades, the usual...).

The next time he's at that TA in Nashville he knows just which lady of the night he's going to request for company on his ten hour break. The rohipnol he will slip her, and a little duct tape, will keep her quiet through his next day's driving, and his next stop puts him somewhere lonely where he can work in peace. He just has to wait for just the right load...


(Gah.... my imagination scares me sometimes... I gotta stop reading Stephen King. Excuse me, I'm gonna go take some steel wool to my frontal lobes now.)