Origin of the Emerald Avenger, Part Twenty-One
Continued from Part Twenty Marcos ignored the ringing phone, not wanting to wake up yet. His wife mur-mured sleepily, “Honey, get that.” Marcos yanked the phone up. “This is the Refrigerator Co-op. I’m just calling to see if your refrigerator’s running.” “Yeah, it’s running fine.” Laughter exploded. “You better go catch it!” Marcos cursed and…