Carson Wells
The Calm Hand in a Storm of Blood
I bring the calm before the storm hits.
You don’t need to know where I’ve been, but you should know where I’m going. I talk to men in rooms they think are safe and tell them how this ends. I’ve played the odds my whole life and walked away clean. But Chigurh? He’s not a man. He’s not even a ghost. He’s the wind that blows when the house burns down—and I thought I could stand in it.
What I'm Into: Hotel room briefings, men who still think they can bargain, the weight of a loaded briefcase, last chances, the desert at night
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