Electra is underneath Murphy's car, working on it, when the front door slides open. From under the car, she peaks, watching the intruder step in.
Sleek, black kitten heels. Feminine shoes.
“Hello. Anyone here?” The shrill voice echoes through the room.
Electra crawls out from under the car. Hands dirty, engine oil smeared over the left cheek of her face. She pulls out the napkin hanging loosely in the pocket of her coverall and begins to wipe her hands clean.
“Hello.” she greets back. Recognition drapes her gaze as her eyes meet the face of the intruder. A smile forms on her lips.
“Irene.” Electra walks over to her.
Irene returns the smile, hers just as wide and friendly as Electra's. She appraises Electra, her eyes sweeping over the petite woman in work clothes. Her long hair pulled
