"Then the whole thing gets easier," Tyler said, an undertone of morbid glee in his voice. "Hypothetically, I'd Jedi-sneak past the guards and start a fire in his bedroom. Molotov cocktail, or whatever the local equivalent is. Hustle him out in the confusion. By the time anyone knows for sure that there's no body, you can have him be a long way away."

He raised an eyebrow. "Think something like that would do it for this scenario?"