“Dad,” he said.

“I know where they kept that missing girl locked up.” I have thought often about the courage of that boy — how a frightened eleven-year-old, who could so easily have stayed quiet, chose, when it counted, to speak.

He did what half the adults in Maple Ridge could not.

He told the truth about what he had seen, even though it scared him.

The whole case turned on the honesty of a child.