Kuala Lampur, Oct. 9 -- The thing about executions is they don't happen in the dark.

They happen while the rest of us are brushing our teeth, cursing traffic, or deciding between kopi O or teh tarik.

At six in the morning, Singapore hanged a man named Pannir Selvam Pranthaman - Malaysian, 38, poet, brother, son - for carrying fifty grams of heroin.

Fifty grams. The weight of a cheap chocolate bar.

They say they caught him in a random inspection.

That's the first lie.

There are tens of thousands of motorcycles crossing the Causeway every day.

No one gets "randomly" pulled aside for carrying fifty grams of anything.

They had a tip-off. Somebody told them.

So here's the real question: if they knew, why didn't they stop him in Johor,...