It is honest about what cannot be known.

But the not-knowing is not comfortable, and the case leaves you with questions that the evidence does not answer.

Nicholas Barclay was thirteen years old in June 1994.

He called his mother for a ride home from a basketball court.

His brother told him to walk.

He walked.

And he never arrived.

Whatever happened to Nicholas Barclay in the mile and a half between the basketball court and his home that night — whatever the truth is — it has not been found.