Ingredients for the perfect crime...

Copious amounts of oxycontin; not the kind you abuse, but industrial amounts: from an unnamed company in Lakeland, who's drivers are either two able-bodied females or two older gentleman, depending on the destination.

Forgive my details; I'm lucent, like five hours sleep, not translucent, like mescaline abuse.

I worked medical records, six of seven summers, so I remember some things; like a transporter delivering discarded limb(s) in a syrofoam box from surgery, "Do you want to see a leg, or foot?" ( hey, hey) "No!"

Then with a kiln, again the industrial kind, not the kind you cook pottery during summer camp, you should be in business. Not everyone has a mid-sized company with thirty employes and thirty trucks servicing west, central Florida. And then again, maybe I'm not supposed to have this kind of information.