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Lucky Jackson looked down at his wet clothes, then at the pool, and sighed. “Well, I’m soaking wet and I’ve lost the money for my race car engine! Goodbye to my chances of winning the Las Vegas Grand Prix.” Rusty Martin brought him a towel. “I’m sorry I pushed you in…” Lucky shrugged. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” he said. “Looks like I’ll be staying in Vegas a while longer, until I can get the money to fix my car…” The manager of the hotel walked over. “And the mon