When you're young you have little to worry about. You certainly don't worry about death. And then Nick met a hitman. The hitman had ethics, he said. No women, no children. When Nick told his friends what had happened, they laughed. Nick laughed, too. Of course, it was mad. The hitman was just a lonely nutter, the type you sometimes met out on the road, the type who told tall tales. They all forgot about the hitman. Instead they...