The Double Cross, Part Twelve
Continued from Part Eleven Sariah Miller sat beside her husband’s empty hospital bed. “Jesse, what would you do?” “How touchingly melodramatic,” a raspy voice said. Sariah turned. The Human Muscle stood in the door, a whole 600 pounds of bone-crushing power. His emblem, a large bicep, flexed on his red spandex leotard. Sariah stood. “How…
