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nto the bed。
he took the screwdriver and got the chair from the desk and stood on it and unscrewed the airduct grille and stepped down and laid it dustside up on the cheap chenille bedspread。 then he climbed up and put his ear to the duct。 he listened。 he stood down and got the flashlight and climbed back up again。
there was a junction in the ductwork about ten feet down the shaft and he could see the end of the bag sticking out。 he turned off the light and stood listening。 he tried listening with his eyes shut。
he climbed down and got the shotgun and went to the door and turned off the light at the switch there and stood in the dark looking out through the curtain at the courtyard。
then he went back and laid the shotgun on the bed and turned on the flashlight。
he untied the little nylon bag and slid the poles out。 they were lightweight aluminum tubes three feet long and he assembled three of them and taped the joints with duct tape so that they wouldnt pull apart。 he went to the closet and came back with three wire hangers and sat on the bed and cut the hooks off with the sidecutters and wrapped them into one hook with the tape。 then he taped them to the end of the pole and stood up and slid the pole down the ductwork。
he turned the flashlight off and pitched it onto the bed and went back to the window and looked out。 drone of a truck passing out on the highway。 he waited till it was gone。
a cat that was crossing the courtyard stopped。 then it went on again。
he stood on the chair with the flashlight in his hand。 he turned on the light and laid the lens up close against the galvanized metal wall of the duct so as to mute the beam and ran the hook down past the bag and turned it and brought it back。 the hook caught and turned the bag slightly and then slipped free again。 after a few tries he managed to get it caught in one of the straps and he towed it silently up the duct hand over hand through the dust until he could let go the pole and reach the bag。
he climbed down and sat on the bed and wiped the dust from the case and unfastened the latch and the straps and opened it and looked at the packets of bills。 he took one of them from the case and riffled it。 then he fitted it back and undid the length of cord hed tied to the strap and turned off the flashlight and sat listening。 he stood and reached up and shoved the poles down the duct and then he put back the grid and gathered up his tools。 he laid the key on the desk and put the shotgun and the tools in the bag and took it and the case and walked out the door leaving everything just as it was。
chigurh drove slowly along the row of motel rooms with the window down and the receiver in his lap。 he turned at the end of the lot and came back。 he slowed to a stop and put the ramcharger in reverse and backed slightly down the blacktop and stopped again。 finally he drove around to the office and parked and went in。
the clock on the motel office wall said twelve forty…two。 the television set was on and the woman looked like shed been asleep。 yessir； she said。 can i help you？
he left the office with the key in his shirtpocket and got into the ramcharger and drove around to the side of the building and parked and got out and walked down to the room carrying the bag with the receiver and the guns in it。 in the room he dropped the bag onto the bed and pulled off his boots and came back out with the receiver and the battery pack and the shotgun from the truck。 the shotgun was a twelve gauge remington automatic with a plastic military stock and a parkerized finish。 it was fitted with a shopmade silencer fully a foot long and big around as a beercan。 he walked down the ramada in his sockfeet past the rooms listening to the signal。
he came back to the room and stood in the open door under the dead white light from the parking lot lamp。 he walked into the bathroom and turned the light on there。 he took the measure of the room and looked to see where everything was。 he measured where the lightswitches were。 then he stood in the room taking it all in once again。 he sat and pulled on his boots and got the airtank and slung it across his shoulder and caught up the cattlegun where it swung from the rubber airhose and walked out and down to the room。
he stood listening at the door。 then he punched out the lock cylinder with the airgun and kicked open the door。
a mexican in a green guayabera had sat up on the bed and was reaching for a small machinegun beside him。 chigurh shot him three times so fast it sounded like one long gunshot and left most of the upper part of him spread across the headboard and the wall behind it。 the shotgun made a strange deep chugging sound。 like someone coughing into a barrel。 he snapped on the light and stepped out of the doorway and stood with his back to the outside wall。 he looked in again quickly。 the bathroom door had been shut。
now it was open。 he stepped into the room and fired two loads through the standing door and another through the wall and stepped out again。 down toward the end of the building a light had e on。 chigurh waited。 then he looked into the room once more。
the door was blown into shredded plywood hanging off the hinges and a thin stream of blood had started across the pink bathroom tiles。
he stepped into the doorway and fired two more rounds through the bathroom wall and then walked in with the shotgun leveled at his waist。 the man was lying slumped against the tub holding an ak…47。 he was shot in the chest and the neck and he was bleeding heavily。 no me mate； he wheezed。 no me mate。 chigurh stepped back to avoid the spray of ceramic chips off the tub and shot him in the face。
he walked out and stood on the sidewalk。 no one there。 he went back in and searched the room。 he looked in the closet and he looked under the bed and he pulled all the drawers out into the floor。 he looked in the bathroom。 mosss h&k machinepistol was lying on the sink。 he left it there。 he wiped his feet back and forth on the carpet to get the blood off the soles of his boots and he stood looking at the room。 then his eye fell on the airduct。
he took the lamp