The office was on the seventeenth floor with a view over the skyline of Houston and open lowlands to the ship channel and the bayou beyond. Colonies of silver tanks. Gas flares, pale in the day. When Wells showed up the mean told him to come 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 director might stand.
The man finally turned and look at him. You know Anton Chigurh by sight, is that correct?