The only way to foolproof the scam was to disappear with a trace. Give the bastards something to bag up and truck to the morgue, actual human remains. So when they do the DNA, when they stare at your mauled rotting stump, there’s no doubt in their minds that this poor fucker is dead as a doornail. Because who’d be crazy enough to cut off his own arm? Eve had begged her husband not to do it, but he had no intention of going to prison,
