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    â€œSeven days?”
    â€œUntil next Sunday, to be exact. So you’d better get moving.”
    â€œForget it,” I said, opening the car door.
    â€œAnd the video?” she said. “You don’t expect me to forget that, do you?”
    I was so whapped by her seven days I’d almost forgotten the damned video. Slowly I shut the door again, thinking if I had to knock anyone off, it should be her .
    She must have read my mind. “There’s something else,” she said. “If anything should happen to me, I want you to know I’ve set things up so a cd of the video goes straight to the police.” She smiled a nasty smile. “I’ll give you until tomorrow morning to think of something. I’ll call you in the morning. You’d better have a plan. Because by then you’ll have only six days.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    I didn’t make it in to work at all that day. I didn’t even bother calling Roz. My life was going down the toilet; why did I need a job? I wound up at Al’s, leaning on my elbows at the bar while Jimmy set up for the afternoon trade. The place was empty except for us. Al was out somewhere, probably sizing up lady mud wrestlers.
    By now I’d already got my head around the fact that I’d have to take Stanley out. It was a matter of survival. I had Marcia and the cops coming at me from one side, Bernie the loan shark from the other. My problem was I was new to murder. Oh, I read the papers and watched the news on tv, and I knew people killed other people every day. Trouble was I had no experience. I slid off the stool to help Jimmy shift a couple of kegs. Then I went back to leaning on my elbows.
    â€œYou okay, kid?” Jimmy asked. His deeply creased face, partly covered by a fall of bleached-out hair, was worried. Like I said, he was a good friend.
    â€œYeah,” I said.
    â€œI talked to Al about a rematch,” Jimmy said, thinking this was what was bothering me. “I’m afraid he wants to run a chick named Janey Jumps from New Liskeard against Wanda on Sunday. You heard of her?”
    â€œNo,” I said dully.
    â€œHe thinks a new face will bring in more business.”
    â€œSo what am I? Last night’s takeout?”
    â€œDon’t be that way, Lava. He’ll have you up again next month for sure.”
    â€œBut I heard Wanda’s moving on to Detroit after next week.” I’d have given a lot to be wrestling in Detroit.
    â€œWell, maybe you need the break. Maybe this thing you got with her is messing up your head.”
    â€œI told you—”
    â€œYeah, I know. She butted you. She’s also got fifteen pounds on you. She’s a heavy contender, Lava.”
    â€œShe’s fat,” I said.
    â€œIt’s her diet,” Jimmy said. “Her standard intake’s a double bacon burger with a side of super fries. You see where fast food gets you.” He was a health nut, big on organics and green vitamins and always on me about the junk I ate. He punched my arm. “Hey, cheer up. I’ve never seen you this down before.”
    â€œOh,” I lied, “I guess I’m still getting over Chico. But I’m also sick of wrestling smalltime mud. The Vegas Championships, Jimmy. That’s what I’m aiming for. I know I’ve got what it takes to win big.”
    â€œSure, kid,” he nodded. “I believe you.” And he meant it.
    Jimmy was not only my main cheering section and best friend, he was my source of good advice. His rough past was carved on his face. He’d been in and out of jail and had a history with drugs. He’d been clean for years now, but was battling diabetes, which gave him problems with his feet. Maybe because he’d seen so much of life, he was a good listener. And great at problem solving. Well, I had a problem.
    So, trying to make it sound casual, I said, “Suppose you wanted to kill someone, Jimbo. How would you do