CHIGURH STOOD AT THE receptionist's desk dressed in suit and tie. He set the case in the
floor at his feet and looked around the office.
How do you spell that? she said.
He told her.
Is he expecting you?
No. He's not. But he's going to be glad to see me.
Just a minute.
She buzzed the inner office. There was a silence. Then she hung the phone up. Go right in,
she said.
He opened the door and walked in and a man at the desk stood up and looked at him. He came
around the desk and held out his hand. I know that name, he said.
They sat on a sofa in the corner of the office and Chigurh set the case on the coffeetable and
nodded at it. That's yours, he said.
What is it?
It's some money that belongs to you.
The man sat looking at the case. Then he got up and went over to the desk and leaned and
pushed a button. Hold my calls, he said.
He turned and put his hands on either side of the desk behind him and leaned back and studied
Chigurh. How did you find me? he said.
What difference does it make?
It makes a difference to me.
You dont have to worry. Nobody else is coming.
How do you know?
Because I'm in charge of who is coming and who is not

Part 9