electra smiles when she hears him, mouthing the name "martin."
electra looks up over her book and bain is there, moving down the side street, gliding through the crowd with the menacing indifference of a shark.
electra watches as bain moves along the plywood wall, covered with bills and posters, built to keep people out of the burned hotel. he is carrying a long nylon duffel bag.
electra is sipping at some iced tea, dizzy at the thought of all that money.
electra is watching the back of the hotel, when bain emerges from the shadows.
electra smiles.