A small white lie. Your son begs you to confirm that he came home early last night and has been in his room ever since. So you give him an alibi instead of the truth: he crept in at 3a.m., covered in mud and bruises. He has fear in his eyes and a plea in his voice. Please, Dad. A small white lie can be dangerous. Because five teenagers went into the woods last night. And only four came out.
From the master of master of the "it-could-be-you thriller".