You dont know that.
Llewelyn didnt answer.
Do you?
I just dont think anybody will bother her.
You dont think?
You need to get out. Just take her with you.
I cant take my mama to a motel. She's sick if you aint forgot.
What did the sheriff say.
Said he was lookin for you, what do you think he said?
What else did he say.
She didnt answer.
Carla Jean?
She sounded like she was crying.
What else did he say, Carla Jean?
He said you was fixin to get yourself killed.
Well, that's what he would say.
She was quiet a long time.
Carla Jean?
Llewelyn, I dont even want the money. I just want us to be back like we was.
We will be.
No we wont. I've thought about it. It's a false god.
Yeah. But it's real money.
She said his name again and then she did begin to cry. He tried to talk to her but she didnt answer. He stood there listening to her sobbing quietly in Odessa. What do you want me to do? he said.
She didnt answer.
Carla Jean?
I want things to be like they was.
If I tell you I'll try and fix everthing will you do what I asked you?
Yes. I will.
I've got a number here I can call. Somebody that can help us.
Can you trust them?
I dont know. I just know I cant trust nobody else. I'll call you tomorrow. I didnt think they'd find you up there or I never would of sent you. I'll call you tomorrow.
He hung up the phone and dialed the mobile number that Wells had given him. It answered on the second ring but it wasnt Wells. I think I got the wrong number, he said.
You dont have the wrong number. You need to come see me.
Who is this?
You know who it is.
Moss leaned on the counter, his forehead against his fist.
Where's Wells?
He cant help you now. What kind of a deal did you cut with him?
I didnt cut any kind of a deal.
Yes you did. How much was he going to give you?
I dont know what you're talkin about.
Where's the money.
What did you do with Wells.
We had a difference of opinion. You dont need to concern yourself about Wells. He's out of the picture. You need to talk to me.
I dont need to talk to you.
I think you do. Do you know where I'm going?
Why would I care where you're goin?
Do you know where I'm going?
Moss didnt answer.
Are you there?
I'm here.
I know where you are.
Yeah? Where am I?
You're in the hospital at Piedras Negras. But that's not where I'm going. Do you know where I'm going?
Yeah. I know where you're goin.
You can turn all this around.
Why would I believe you?
You believed Wells.
I didnt believe Wells.
You called him.
So I called him.
Tell me what you want me to do.
Moss shifted his weight. Sweat stood on his forehead. He didnt answer.
Tell me something. I'm waiting.
I could be waitin for you when you get there you know, Moss said. Charter a plane. You thought about that?
That would be okay. But you wont.
How do you know I wont?
You wouldnt have told me. Anyway, I have to go.
You know they wont be there.
It doesnt make any difference where they are.
So what are you goin up there for.
You know how this is going to turn out, dont you?
No. Do you?
Yes. I do. I think you do too. You just havent accepted it yet. So this is what I'll do. You bring me the money and I'll let her walk. Otherwise she's accountable. The same as you. I dont know if you care about that. But that's the best deal you're going to get. I wont tell you you can save yourself because you cant.
I'm goin to bring you somethin all right, Moss said. I've decided to make you a special project of mine. You aint goin to have to look for me at all.
I'm glad to hear that. You were beginning to disappoint me.
You wont be disappointed.
Good.
You dont have to by god worry about bein disappointed.
He left before daylight dressed in the muslin hospital gown with the overcoat over it. The skirt of the overcoat was stiff with blood. He had no shoes. In the inside pocket of the coat was the money he'd folded away there, stiff and bloodstained.
He stood in the street looking toward the lights. He'd no notion where he was. The concrete cold under his feet. He made his way down to the corner. A few cars passed. He walked down to the lights at the next corner and stopped and leaned with one hand against the building. He had two white lozenges in his overcoat pocket that he'd saved and he took one now, swallowing it dry. He thought he was going to vomit. He stood there for a long time. There was a windowsill there he'd have sat on save that it was spiked with pointed iron bars to discourage loiterers. A cab went by and he raised one hand but it kept going. He was going to have to go out into the street and after a while he did. He'd been tottering there for some time when another cab passed and he raised his hand and it pulled to the curb.