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WE E HERE FROM Geia. Our family did. Horse and wagon. I pretty much know that for a fact. I know theys a lots of things in a family history that just plain aint so. Any family. The stories gets passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the sayin goes. Which I re some would take as meanin that the truth t pete. But I dont believe that. I think that when the lies are all told and fot the truth will be there yet.It dont move about from place to plad it dont ge from time to time. You t corrupt it any more than you salt salt. You t corrupt it because thats what it is.
Its the thing youre talkin about. Ive heard it pared to the rock — maybe in the bible—and I wouldnt disagree with that. But itll be here evehe rock is gone. Im sure theys peopl<big></big>e would disagree with that. Quite a few, in fact. But I never could find out what any of them did believe.
You always tried to be available for your social events and I would always go to things like cemetery ins of course. That was all right. The women would fix dinner on the ground and of course it was a way of campaignin but you were doin somethin for folks that couldnt do it for theirselves. Well, you could be ical about it I re and say that you just didnt want em in around at night. But I think it goes deeper than that.
It is unity and it is respect, of course, but the dead have more claims on you than what you might want to admit or even what you might know about and them claims be very strong indeed. Very strong indeed. You get the feelin they just dont want to turn loose. So any little thing helps, in that respect.
What I was sayiher day about the papers. Here last week they found this couple out in California they would rent out rooms to old people and then kill em and bury em in the yard and cash their social security checks. Theyd torture em first, I dont know why. Maybe their television was broke. Now heres what the papers had to say about that. I quote from the papers. Said: Neighbors were alerted when a man run from the premises wearin only a dogcollar. You t make up such a thing as that. I dare you to even try.
But thats what it took, youll notice. All that hollerin and diggin in the yard didnt bring it.
Thats all right. I laughed myself when I read it. There aint a whole lot else you do.
IT WAS ALMOST A three hour drive to Odessa and dark whe there. He listeo the truckers on the radio. Has he got jurisdi up here? e on. Hell if I know. I think if he sees you ittin a crime he does. Well Im a reformed criminal then. You got that right old buddy.
He got a city map at the quickstop and spread it out on the seat of the cruiser while he drank coffee out of a styrofoam cup. He traced his route on the map with a yellow marker from the glovebox and refolded the map and laid it on the seat beside him and switched off the domelight and started the engine.
When he k the door Llewelyns wife answered it. As she opehe door he took off his hat and he was right away sorry hed do. She put her hand to her mouth and reached for the doorjamb.
Im sorry mam, he said. Hes all right. Your husband is all right. I just wao talk to you if I could.
You aint lyin to me are you?
No mam. I dont lie.
You drove up here from Sanderson?
Yes mam.
What did you want.
I just wao visit with you a little bit. Talk to you about your husband.
Well you t e in here. Youll scare Mama to death. Let me get my coat.
Yes mam.
They drove down to the Sunshine Cafe and sat in a booth at the rear and ordered coffee.
You dont know where hes at, do you.
No I dont. I doold you.
I know you did.
He took off his hat and laid it in the booth beside him and ran his hand through his hair.
You aint heard from him?
No I aint.
Nothin.
Not word one.
The waitress brought the coffee in two heavy white a mugs. Bell stirred his with his spoon. He raised the spoon and looked into the smoking silver bowl of it. How much money did he give you?
She didnt answer. Bell smiled. What did you start to say? he said. You say it.
I started to say thats some more of your business, aint it.
Why dont you just pretend I aint the sheriff.
And pretend youre what?
You know hes in trouble.
Llewelyn aint dohin.
Its not me hes in trouble with.
Whos he in trouble with then?
Some pretty bad people.
Llewelyn take care of hisself.
Do you care if I call you Carla?
I go by Carla Jean.
Carla Jean. Is that all right?
Thats all right. You dont care if I keep on callin you Sheriff do you?
Bell smiled. No, he said. Thats fine.
All right.
These people will kill him, Carla Jean. They wont quit.
He woher. He never has.
Bell nodded. He sipped his coffee. The face that lapped and shifted in the dark liquid in the cup seemed an omen of things to e. Things losing shape. Taking you with them.
He set the cup down and looked at the girl. I wish I could say that was in his favor. But I have to say I dont think it is.
Well, she said, hes who he is and he always will be. Thats why I married him.
But you aint heard from him in a while.
I didnt expect to hear from him.
Were you all havin problems?
We dont have problems. When roblems we fix em.
Well, youre lucky people.
Yes we are.
She watched him. How e you to ask me that, she said.
About havin problems?
About havin problems.
I just wondered if you were.
Has somethin happehat you know about and I dont?
No. I could ask you the same thing.
Except I wouldnt tell you.
Yes.
You think hes left me, dont you.
I dont know. Has he?
No. He aint. I know him.
You used to know him.
I know him yet. He aint ged.
Maybe.
But you dont believe that.
Well, I guess in all hoy I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt ge. Id have to say hed be the first.
Well hell be the first then.
I hope thats true.
Do you really hope that, Sheriff?
Yes. I do.
He aint been charged with nothin?
No. He aint been charged with nothin.
That dont mean he wont be.
No. It dont. If he lives that long.
Well. He aint dead yet.
I hope thats more fort to you than it is to me.
He sipped the coffee ahe mug down oable. He watched her. He o turn the money in, he said. Theyd put it in the papers. Then maybe these people would leave him alone. I t guarahat they will. But they might. Its the only ce hes got.
You could put it in the papers anyway.
Bell studied her. No, he said. I couldnt.
Or wouldnt.
Wouldnt then. How much money is it?
I dont know what youre talkin about.
All right.
You care if I smoke? she said.
I think were still in America.
She got her cigarettes out and lit one and turned her fad blew the smoke out into the room. Bell watched her. How do you think this is goin to end? he said.
I dont know. I dont know how nothin is goin to end. Do you?
I know how it aint.
Like livin happily ever after?
Somethin like that.
Llewelyns awful smart.
Bell nodded. You ought to be more worried about him I guess is what Im sayin.
She took a long pull on the cigarette. She studied Bell. Sheriff, she said, I think Im probably just about as worried as I o be.
Hes goin to wind up killin somebody. Have you thought about that?
He never has.
He was inam.
I mean as a civilian.
He will.
She didnt answer.
You want some more coffee?
Im coffeed out. I didnt want o start with.
She looked off across the cafe. The empty tables. The night cashier was a boy about eighteen and he was bent over the glass ter reading a magazine. My mamas got cer, she said. She aint got all that long to live.
Im sorry to hear that.
I call her mama. Shes really my grandmother. She raised me and I was lucky to have her. Well. Lucky dont even say it.
Yes mam.
She never did much like Llewelyn. I dont know why. No reason in particular. He was always good to her. I thought after she got diagnosed shed be easier to live with but she aint. Shes got worse.
How e you live with her?
I dont live with her. I aint that ignorant. This is just temporary.
Bell nodded.
I o get back, she said.
All right. Have you got a gun?
Yeah. I got a gun. I guess you think Im just bait settin up here.
I dont know.
But thats what you think.
I t believe its all that good a situation.
Yeah.
I just hope youll talk to him.
I o think about it.
All right.
Id die and live in hell forever fore Id turn snit Llewelyn. I hope you uand that.
I do uand that.
I never did learn no shortcuts about things such as that. I hope I never do.
Yes mam.
Ill tell you somethin if you want to hear it.
I want to hear it.
You might think Im peculiar.
I might.
Or you might think it anyway.
No I dont.
When I got out of high school I was still sixteen and I got a job at Wal-Mart. I didnt know what else to do. We he money. What little it was. Anyway, the night before I went down there I had this dream. Or it was like a dream. I think I was still about half awake. But it e to me in this dream or whatever it was that if I went dowhat he would fi the Wal-Mart. I didnt know who he was or what his name was or what he looked like. I just khat Id know him when I seen him. I kept a dar and marked the days. Like when youre in jail. I mean I aint never been in jail, but like you would probably. And on the y-ninth day he walked in and he asked me where sportin goods was at and it was him. And I told him where it was at and he looked at me a on. And directly he e bad he read my ag and he said my name and he looked at me and he said: What time do you get off? And that was all she wrote. There was not no question in my mind. Not then, not now, not ever.
Thats a ory, Bell said. I hope it has a nidin.
It happened just like that.
I know it did. I appreciate you talkin to me. I guess Id better cut you loose, late as it is.
She stubbed out her cigarette. Well, she said. Im sorry you e all this way not to do er than what you done.
Bell picked up his hat and put it on and squared it. Well, he said. You do the best you . Sometimes things turns out all right.
Do you really care?
About your husband?
About my husband. Yes.
Yes mam. I do. The people of Terrell ty hired me to look after em. Thats my job. I get paid to be the first one hurt. Killed, for that matter. Id better care.
Youre askio believe what you say. But youre the one sayin it.
Bell smiled. Yes mam, he said. Im the one sayin it. I just hope youll think about what I did say. I aint makin up a word about the kind of trouble hes in. If he gets killed then I got to live with that. But I do it. I just want you to think about if you .
All right.
I ask you somethin?
You ask.
I know you aint supposed to ask a woman her age but I couldnt help but be a bit curious.
Thats all right. Im een. I look younger.
How long have you all been married?
Three years. Almost three years.
Bell nodded. My wife was eighteen when we married. Just had turned. Marryin her makes up for ever dumb thing I ever done. I even think I still got a few left in the at. I think Im way in the bla that. Are you ready?
She got her purse and rose. Bell picked up the ched squared his hat again and eased up from the booth. She put her cigarettes in her purse and looked at him. Ill tell you somethin, Sheriff. een is old enough to know that if you have got somethin that means the world to you its all that more likely itll get took away. Sixteen was, for that matter. I think about that.
Bell nodded. I aint a strao them thoughts, Carla Jean. Them thoughts is very familiar to me.
He was asleep in his bed and it still mostly dark out when the ph. He looked at the old radium dial clo the night table and reached and picked up the phone.
Sheriff Bell, he said.
He listened for about two mihen he said: I appreciate you callin me. Yep. Its just out and out war is what it is. I dont know no other name for it.
He pulled up in front of the sheriffs offi Eagle Pass at nine-fifteen in the m and he and the sheriff sat in the offid drank coffee and looked at the photos taken ireet two blocks away three hours earlier.
Theres days Im in favor of givin the whole damn place ba, the sheriff said.
I hear you, said Bell.
Dead bodies ireet. Citizens businesses all shot up. Peoples cars. Whoever heard of such a thing?
we go over and take a look?
Yeah. We go over.
The street was still roped off but there wasnt much to see. The front of the Eagle Hotel was all shot up and there was broken glass in the sidewalk down both sides of the street.
Tires and glass shot out of the cars and holes in the sheet-metal with the little rings of bare steel around them. The Cadillac had been towed off and the glass ireet swept up and the blood hosed away.
Who was it iel do you re?
Some Mexi dopedealer.
The sheriff stood smoking. Bell walked off a ways dowreet. He stood. He came back up the sidewalk, his boots grinding in the glass. The sheriff flipped his cigarette into the street. You go up Adams there about a half a block youll see a blood trail.
Goin yon way, I re.
If he had any sense. I think them boys in the car got caught in a crossfire. It looks to me like they was shootin towards the hotel and up the street yonder both.
What do you re their car was doin in the middle of the interse thataway?
I got no idea, Ed Tom.
They walked up to the hotel.
What kind of shells did you all pick up?
Mostly nine millimeter with some shotgun hulls and a few .380s. We got a shotgun and two maeguns.
Fully automatic?
Sure. Why not?
Why not.
They walked up the stairs. The porch of the hotel was covered in glass and the woodwork shot up.
The nightclerk got killed. About as bad a piece of luck as you could have, I re.
Caught a stray round.
Whered he catch it?
Right between the eyes.
They walked into the lobby and stood. Somebody had thrown a couple of towels over the blood in the carpet behind the desk but the blood had soaked through the towels. He wasnt shot, Bell said.
Who wasnt shot.
The nightclerk.
He wasnt shot?
No sir.
What makes you say that?
You get the lab report and youll see.
What are you sayiom? That they drilled his brains out with a Blad Decker?
Thats pretty close. Ill let you think about it.
Driving back to Sanderson it began to snow. He went to the courthouse and did some paperwork a just before dark. When he pulled up in the driveway behind the house his wife was looking out from the kit window. She smiled at him. The falling snow drifted and turned in the warm yellow light.
They sat itle diningroom and ate. Shed put on music, a violin certo. The phone didnt ring.
Did you take it off the hook?
No, she said.
Wires must be down.
She smiled. I think its just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think.
Bell nodded. I hope it es a blizzard then.
Do you remember the last time it snowed here?
No, I t say as I do. Do you?
Yes I do.
When was it.
Itll e to you.
Oh.
She smiled. They ate.
Thats nice, Bell said.
What is?
The music. Supper. Bein home.
Do you think she was telliruth?
I do. Yes.
Do you think that boy is still alive?
I dont know. I hope he is.
You may never hear another word about any of this.
Its possible. That wouldhe end of it though, would it?
No, I guess it wouldnt.
You t t oo kill one another off like this on a regular basis. But I expect some cartel will take it over sooner or later and theyll wind up just dealin with the Mexi Gover. Theres too much money in it. Theyll freeze out these try boys. It wont be long, her.
How much money do you think he has?
The Moss boy?
Yes.
Hard to say. Could be in the millions. Well, not too many millions. He carried it out of there on foot.
Did you want some coffee?
Yes I would.
She rose ao the sideboard and unplugged the percolator and brought it to the table and poured his cup and sat down again. Just dont e home dead some evenin, she said. I wont put up with it.
I better not do it then.
Do you think hell send for her?
Bell stirred his coffee. He sat holding the steaming spoon above the cup, then he laid it in the saucer. I dont know, he said. I know hed be a damn fool if he didnt.
THE OFFICE WAS ON the seveh floor with a view over the skyline of Houston and the open lowlands to the ship el and the bayou beyond. ies of silver tanks. Gas flares, pale in the day. When Wells showed up the man told him to e in and told him to shut the door. He didnt even turn around. He could see Wells in the glass. Wells shut the door and stood with his hands crossed before him at the wrist. The way a funeral direight stand.
The man finally turned and looked at him. You know Anton Chigurh by sight, is that correct?
Yessir, thats correct.
When did you last see him?
November tweh of last year.
How do you happen to remember the date?
I dont happen to remember it. I remember dates. Numbers.
The man nodded. He was standing behind his desk. The desk was of polished stainless steel and walnut and there wasnt anything on it. Not a picture or a piece of paper.
Nothing.
We got a loose on here. And were missing produd were out a bunoney.
Yessir. I uand that.
You uand that.
Yessir.
Thats good. Im glad Ive got your attention.
Yessir. You have my attention.
The man unlocked a drawer in the desk and took out a steel box and unlocked that and took out a card and closed the box and locked it and put it away again. He held up the card between two fingers and looked at Wells and Wells stepped forward and took it.
You pay your own expenses if I remember correctly.
Yessir.
This at will only give up twelve hundred dollars in any twenty-four hour period.
Thats up from a thousand.
Yessir.
How well do you know Chigurh.
Well enough.
Thats not an answer.
What do you want to know?
The man tapped his knuckles on the desk. He looked up. Id just like to know your opinion of him. In general. The invincible Mr Chigurh.
Nobodys invincible.
Somebody is.
Why do you say that?
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
Thats a belief that you have?
No. Its called statistics. Just how dangerous is he?
Wells shrugged. pared to what? The bubonic plague? Hes bad enough that you called me. Hes a psychopathic killer but so what? Theres plenty of them around.
He was in a shoot-out at Eagle Pass yesterday.
A shoot-out?
A shoot-out. People dead ireets. You dohe papers.
No sir, I dont.
He studied Wells. Youve led something of a charmed life, havent you Mr Wells?
In all hoy I t say that charm has had a whole lot to do with it.
Yes, the man said. What else.
I guess thats it. Were these Pablos men?
Yes.
Youre sure.
Not in the sehat you mean. But reasonably sure. They werent ours. He killed two other men a couple of days before and those two did happen to be ours. Along with the three at that colossal goatfuck a few days before that. All right?
All right. I guess that will do it.
Good hunting, as we used to say. Once upon a time. In the long ago.
Thank you sir. I ask you something?
Sure.
I couldnt e back up in that elevator, could I?
Not to this floor. Why?
I was just ied. Security. Always iing.
It recodes itself after every trip. A randomly geed five digit number. It doesnt print out anywhere. I dial a number and it reads the code back over the phone. I give it to you and you punch it in. Does that answer your question?
Nice.
Yes.
I ted the floors from the street.
And?
Theres a floor missing.
Ill have to look into it.
Wells smiled.
You see yourself out? the man said.
Yes.
All right.
Oher thing.
What is that.
I wondered if I could get my parking ticket validated.
The man cocked his head slightly. This is an attempt at humor I suppose.
Sorry.
Good day, Mr Wells.
Right.
When Wells got to the hotel the plastic ribbons were gone and the glass and wood had bee up out of the lobby and the place en for business. There lywood nailed over the doors and two of the windows and there was a new clerk standing at the desk where the old clerk had been. Yessir, he said.
I need a room, Wells said.
Yessir. Is it just yourself?
Yes.
And for how many nights would that be.
Probably just the one.
The clerk pushed the pad toward Wells and turo study the keys hanging on the board. Wells filled out the form. I know youre tired of people asking, he said, but what happeo your hotel?
Im not supposed to discuss it.
Thats all right.
The clerk laid the key on the desk. Will that be cash or credit card?
Cash. How much is it?
Fourteen plus tax.
How much is it. Altogether.
Sir?
I said how much is it altogether. You o tell me how much it is. Give me a figure.
All in.
Yessir. That would be fourteey.
Were you here when all this took place?
No sir. I only started here yesterday. This is just my sed shift.
Then what is it youre not supposed to discuss?
Sir?
What time do you get off?
Sir?
Let me rephrase that. What time is your shift over.
The clerk was tall and thin, maybe Mexi and maybe not. His eyes darted briefly over the lobby of the hotel. As if there might be something out there to help him. I just came on at six, he said. The shift is over at two.
And who es on at two.
I dont know his name. He was the dayclerk.
He washe night before last.
No sir. He was the dayclerk.
The man who was on duty the night before last. Where is he?
Hes not with us anymore.
Have you got yesterdays paper here?
He backed away and looked uhe desk. No sir, he said. I think they threw it out.
All right. Send me up a couple of whores and a fifth of whiskey with some ice.
Sir?
Im just pulling y. You o relax. Theyre not ing back. I pretty near guara.
Yessir. I hope to hell not. I didnt even want to take this job.
Wells smiled and tapped the fiberboard keyfob twi the marble desktop a up the stairs.
He was surprised to find the police tape still across both of the rooms. He went on to his own room a his bag in the chair and got out his shavingkit a in the bathroom and turned on the藏书网 light. He brushed his teeth and washed his fad went bato the room and stretched out on the bed. After a while he got up ao the chair and turhe bag sideways and unzipped a partment itom and took out a suede leather pistolcase. He unzipped the case and took out a stainless steel .357 revolver a back to the bed and took off his boots and stretched out again with the pistol beside him.
When he woke it was almost dark. He rose ao the windoushed back the old lace curtain. Lights ireet. Long reefs of dull red cloud racked over the darkeniern horizon. Roofs in a low and squalid skyline. He put the pistol in his belt and pulled his shirt outside of his trousers to cover it a out and down the hallway in his sockfeet.
It took him about fifteen seds to get into Mosss room and he shut the door behind him without disturbing the tape. He leaned against the door and smelled the room. Theood there just looking things over.
The first thing he did was to walk carefully over the carpet. When he came across the depressiohe bed had been moved he swung the bed out into the room. He k and blew at the dust audied the nap of the carpet. He rose and picked up the pillows and smelled them and put them back. He left the bed standing quarterwise in the room and walked over to the wardrobe and opehe doors and looked in and closed them again.
He went into the bathroom. He ran his forefinger around the sink. A washcloth and handtowel had been used but not the soap. He ran his finger down the side of the tub and then wiped it along the seam of his trousers. He sat on the edge of the tub and tapped his foot oiles.
The other room was number 227. He went in and closed the door and turned and stood.
The bed had not bee in. The bathroom door en. A bloody towel lay in the floor.
He walked over and pushed the door all the way back. There was a bloodstained washcloth in the sink. The other towel was missing. Bloody handprints. A bloody handprint on the edge of the showercurtain. I hope you havent crawled off in a hole somewhere, he said. I sure would like to get paid.
He was abroad in the m at first light walking the streets and making notes in his head. The pavement had been hosed off but you could still see bloodstains in the crete of the here Moss had been shot. He went baain Street and started again. Bits of glass iters and along the sidewalks. Some of it windowglass and some of it from curbside automobiles. The windows that had been shot out were boarded up with plywood but you could see the pocks in the brickwork or the teardrop smears of lead that had e down from the hotel. He walked back to the hotel and sat oeps and looked at the street. The sun was ing up over the Aztec Theatre. Something caught his eye at the sed floor level. He got up and walked down and crossed the street and climbed the stairs. Two bulletholes in the windowglass. He tapped at the door and waited. Then he opehe door a in.
A darkened room. Faint smell of rot. He stood until his eyes were aced to the dimness. A parlor. A pianola or small an against the far wall. A chifforobe. A rogchair by the window where an old woman sat slumped.
Wells stood over the woman studying her. Shed been shot through the forehead and had tilted forward leaving part of the back of her skull and a good bit of dried brainmatter stuck to the slat of the rocker behind her. She had a neer in her lap and she was wearing a cotton robe that was black with dried blood. It was cold in the room. Wells looked around. A sed shot had marked a date on a dar on the wall behihat was three days hence. You could not help but notice. He looked around the rest of the room. He took a small camera from his jacket pocket and took a couple of pictures of the dead woman and put the camera ba his pocket again. Not what you had in mind at all, was it darling? he told her.
Moss woke in a ward with sheeting huween him and the bed to his left. A shadowshow of figures there. Voices in Spanish. Dim noises from the street. A motorcycle. A dog. He turned his fa the pillow and looked into the eyes of a man sitting on a metal chair against the wall holding a bouquet of flowers. How are you feeling? the man said.
Ive felt better. Who are you?
My name is Carson Wells.
Who are you?
I think you know who I am. I brought you some flowers.
Moss turned his head and lay staring at the ceiling. How many of you people are there?
Well, Id say theres only one youve got to worry abht now.
You.
Yes.
What about that guy that e to the hotel.
We talk about him.
Talk then.
I make him go away.
I do that myself.
I dont think so.
Youre entitled to your opinions.
If Acostas people hadnt shown up when they did I dont think you would have made out so good.
I didnt make out so good.
Yes you did. You made out extremely well.
Moss turned his head and looked at the man again. How long have you been here?
About an hour.
Just settin there.
Yes.
You dont have much to do, do you?
I like to do ohing at a time, if thats what you mean.
You look dumbern hell settin there.
Wells smiled.
Why dont you put them damn flowers down.
All right.
He rose and laid the bouquet on the bedside table and sat ba the chair again.
Do you know what two timeters is?
Yeah. Its a measurement.
Its about three quarters of an inch.
All right.
Thats the distahat round missed your liver by.
Is that what the doctor told you?
Yes. You know what the liver does?
No.
It keeps you alive. Do you know who the man is who shot you?
Maybe he didnt shoot me. Maybe it was one of the Mexis.
Do you know who the man is?
No. Am I supposed to?
Because hes not somebody you really want to know. The people he meets tend to have very short futures. ent, in fact.
Well good for him.
Youre not listening. You o pay attention. This man wont stop looking for you.
Even if he gets the money back. It wont make any differeo him. Even if you went to him and gave him the money he would still kill you. Just for having invenienced him.
I think I done a little more than invenience him.
How do you mean.
I think I hit him.
Why do you think that?
I sprayed double ought buckshot all over him. I t believe it done him a whole lot of good.
Wells sat ba the chair. He studied Moss. You think you killed him?
I dont know.
Because you didnt. He came out into the street and killed every one of the Mexis and the bato the hotel. Like you might go out a a paper or something.
He didnt kill ever one of them.
He killed the ohat were left.
You tellin me he wasnt hit?
I dont know.
You mean why would you tell me.
If you like.
Is he a buddy of yours?
No.
I thought maybe he was a buddy of yours.
No you didnt. How do you know hes not on his way to Odessa?
Why would he go to Odessa?
To kill your wife.
Moss didnt answer. He lay on the rough linen looking at the ceiling. He was in pain and it was getting worse. You dont know what the hell youre talkin about, he said.
I brought you a couple of photographs.
He rose and laid two photos on the bed and sat back down again. Moss gla them.
What am I supposed to make of that? he said.
I took those pictures this m. The woman lived in an apartment on the sed floor of one of the buildings you shot up. The bodys still there.
Youre full of shit.
Wells studied him. He turned and looked out the window. You dont have anything to do with any of this, do you?
No.
You just happeo find the vehicles out there.
I dont know what youre talkin about.
You didnt take the product, did you?
roduct.
The heroin. You dont have it.
No. I dont have it.
Wells nodded. He looked thoughtful. Maybe I should ask you what you io do.
Maybe I should ask you.
I dont io do anything. I dont have to. Youll e to me. Sooner or later. You dont have a choice. Im going to give you my mobile phone number.
What makes you think I wont just disappear?
Do you know how long it took me to find you?
No.
About three hours.
You might not get so lucky again.
No, I might not. But that wouldnt be good news for you.
I take it you used to work with him.
Who.
This guy.
Yes. I did. At oime.
Whats his name.
Chigurh.
Sugar?
Chigurh. Anton Chigurh.
How do you know I wont cut a deal with him?
Wells sat bent forward in the chair with his forearms across his knees, his fingers laced together. He shook his head. Youre not paying attention, he said.
Maybe I just dont believe what you say.
Yes you do.
Or I might take him out.
Are you in a lot of pain?
Some. Yeah.
Youre in a lot of pain. It makes it hard to think. Let me get the nurse.
I dont need you to do me no favors.
All right.
What is he supposed to be, the ultimate bad-ass?
I dont think thats how I would describe him.
How would you describe him.
Wells thought about it. I guess Id say that he doesnt have a sense of humor.
That aint a crime.
Thats not the point. Im trying to tell you something.
Tell me.
You t make a deal with him. Let me say it again. Even if you gave him the money hed still kill you. Theres no one alive on this plahats ever had even a cross word with him. Theyre all dead. These are not good odds. Hes a peculiar man. You could even say that he has principles. Principles that transd money s or anything like that.
So why would you tell me about him.
You asked about him.
Why would you tell me.
I guess because I think if I could get you to uand the position youre in it would make my job easier. I dont know anything about you. But I know youre not cut out for this. You think you are. But youre not.
Well see, wont we?
Some of us will. What did you do with the money?
I spent about two million dollars on whores and whiskey and the rest of it I just sort of blew it in.
Wells smiled. He leaned ba the chair and crossed his legs. He wore an expensive pair of Lucchese crocodile boots. How do you think he found you?
Moss didnt answer.
Have you thought about that?
I know how he found me. He wont do it again.
Wells smiled. Well good on you, he said.
Yeah. Good on me.
There itcher of water on a plastic tray on the bedside table. Moss no more than gla it.
Do you want some water? Wells said.
If I want somethin from you youll be the first son of a bitch to know about it.
Its called a transponder, Wells said.
I know what its called.
Its not the only way he has of finding you.
Yeah.
I could tell you some things that would be useful for you to know.
Well, I go back to what I just said. I dont need no favors.
Youre not curious to know why Id tell you?
I know why youd tell me.
Which is?
Youd rather deal with me than with this sugar guy.
Yes. Let me get you some water.
You go to hell.
Wells sat quietly with his legs crossed. Moss looked at him. You think you scare me with this guy. You dont know what youre talkin about. Ill take you out with him if thats what you want.
Wells smiled. He gave a little shrug. He 99lｉb?looked down at the toe of his boot and uncrossed his legs and passed the toe under his jeans to dust it and recrossed his legs again. What do you do? he said.
What?
What do you do.
Im retired.
What did you do before you retired?
Im a welder.
Acetylene? Mig? Tig?
Any of it. If it be welded I weld it.
Cast iron?
Yes.
I dont mean braze.
I didnt say braze.
Pot metal?
What did I say?
Were you in Nam?
Yeah. I was in Nam.
So was I.
So what does that make me? Your buddy?
I was in special forces.
I think you have me fused with somebody who gives a shit what you were in.
I was a lieutenant el.
Bullshit.
I dont think so.
And what do you do now.
I find people. Settle ats. That sort of thing.
Youre a hit man.
Wells smiled. A hit man.
Whatever you call it.
The sort of people I tract with like to keep a low profile. They dont like to get involved in things that draw attention. They dont like things in the paper.
Ill bet.
This isnt going to go away. Even if you got lucky and took out one or two people — which is unlikely — theyd just send someone else. Nothing would ge. Theyll still find you. Theres o go. You add to your troubles the fact that the people who were delivering the product dont have that either. So guess who theyre looking at?
Not to mention the DEA and various other law enfort agencies. Everybodys list has got the same name on it. And its the only name on it. You o throw me a bone.
I dont really have any reason to protect you.
Are you afraid of this guy?
Wells shrugged. Wary is the word Id use.
You didion Bell.
Bell. All right?
I take it you dont think much of him.
I dont think of him at all. Hes a redneck sheriff in a hick town in a hick ty. In a hick state. Let me get the nurse. Youre not very fortable. This is my number. I want you to think it over. What we talked about.
He stood and put a card oable o the flowers. He looked at Moss. You think you wont call me but you will. Just dont wait too long. That money belongs to my t.
Chigurh is an outlaw. Times not on your side. We eve you keep some of it. But if I have to recover the funds from Chigurh then it will be too late for you. Not to mention your wife.
Moss didnt answer.
All right. You might want to call her. When I talked to her she sounded pretty worried.
When he was gone Moss turned up the photographs lying on the bed. Like a player cheg his hole cards. He looked at the pitcher of water but then the nurse came in.
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