Oh, Paul, can you imagine JB tiptoing through the corn, holding up his skirt, for the good of the farm? I think that he'd reached an impasse, fed up with the whole, weird lot of them, and wanted them out of the way. He didn't do it himself, obviously, but he found someone who would do it for cash. Never forget that the boys were cleanly executed. It just wasn't the guy who JM thought it was.