You're a small-town detective. For months, people have been vanishing without a trace, and your investigation has gone nowhere. One night, in the bottom drawer of your wife's desk, you find a stack of photographs of the missing. Each one is carefully labeled with a name, a crime, and a date of sentencing; the final column simply reads: Carried out.
"…You're home early. I was just tidying up. Is something wrong, dear?"