Kill My Wife. Please!

This guy understood. So Glenn fired up his machismo: In the early '80s, he bragged, he moved drugs in and out of Miami with speedboats. One time, he said, he'd faced 30 years in prison but got off by bribing the judge for $12,000. "I have my own fucking airplane. I do domestic fucking flights. I used to do overseas. I've been flying for 20 years." He made trips to grass landing strips all over the country, he said. "That's what I fucking do. Aside from all the legit shit."

If Fred chose to collaborate and help him get back in the game, "things could turn out well for everybody," Glenn said. But he had to get rid of "this fucking cunt" who knew he had more money than he could explain to the IRS. "She's blackmailing the shit out of me. I can't fucking deal with her at all. She wants so much fucking money -- money I don't even have, you know?"

Fred took control. First things first: "The way this party is supposed to happen is bullshit." Robinson's plan had been to take two stolen cars, smash into Betty at an intersection, and flee. She wouldn't even necessarily die. "Six feet and 12 bags of lime is how this happens, period."

Calcium oxide, or lime, is a key ingredient in composting. It can be found at any garden store. Used sparingly in thin layers, it hastens the release of nutrients in bones as they decompose. Stick some seeds in there and you could have a 14-inch string bean. Pile enough lime on a corpse and even the teeth will dissolve.

Glenn wasn't concerned with such details. "I just want her fucking gone," he said.

"There's two things that have to happen," Fred said. "Number one is, she has to be snatched with nobody seeing her." Number two: She must not reappear. "Never."

Fred wondered aloud about how many 50-pound bags of lime he'd really need to get rid of a 120-pound woman. He noted it hadn't been raining lately, which was good. The lower the water table, the sooner Betty would be unrecognizable.

"So if they would find her, it'd look like she got raped or beat," Sandler mused.

"They wouldn't find her," Fred said. "The lime takes bone and all. That's why we use lime. Lime's a motherfucker, bro." Still, Fred said, if Glenn changed his mind and wanted to back out at any time, "Bah -- not a problem."

But Glenn just pined for his toys: "I want my house and my plane and my hangar back," he said.

Fred promised he'd get them.

Around 7 each morning, Aero Club residents rev their engines, back out of their driveways, and head for work -- in the air. Their streets are named for aviation legends -- Lindbergh Lane, Cessna Way. Homes cost $900,000 to $3 million.

The Sandlers had lived by the cul-de-sac on Boeing Court. Glenn used to keep his precious, single-engine Mooney in a personal hangar out back. He moved it to the Lantana airport after the separation. Betty stayed in the house. Glenn had barely seen her, but he imagined that her newly single status made her "the new playgirl in Wellington."

Betty walked her dog up her street, unaware that Fred was watching her from an unmarked car. He had a photo of her that Glenn had provided. He watched the neighborhood and studied her habits. Her hair was longer now, he told Glenn the next time they spoke.

"She was a honey," Glenn said wistfully. "She was a honey."

"I didn't think you were going to marry a dog, bro!"

"But they turn into a weasel, you know?"

Fred said he'd been thinking about their plan. He had another idea. "Sometimes burying them and digging them back up... She'd be scared like a motherfucker." Seriously: Put four inches of dirt on her head, have her inhale some earthworms, then set her free. She'd know what was coming if she didn't drop her demands.

"She'd be scared," Glenn said, "but she's the most vindictive, unreasonable -- and you know... it's 50/50. She could go either way."

"Well, what kind of money does that bitch want?"

"She wants me basically paying her the rest of my life."

"That's why you divorce her and you won't be around her the rest of your life."

"Not the money she's talking about. And my business doesn't throw it off."

"But I'm saying, we could make some money, and you could just pay the bitch."