You don't assume a son would lie to you about there whereabouts of his brother. Why would he? Where is there any value in it, for him, to lie? What is far more tricky, for the liar, is when he is facing the prospect of a subject whom is not only aware that they might be lying but believes there is a very strong chance that they are lying. Politicians face this problem. Children, in the playground, face this problem. Suspects, in the interview room, most definitely face this problem. The vast majority of these don't deserve such scrutiny, the doubt originating purely in the mind of the beholder, rather than through comprehension but regardless, for a detective trying to get undercover in a criminal enterprise, it would, most definitely be a problem! When dealt with such expectations, the task of telling a lie becomes far harder, as you are faced with the prospect of having to overwhelm the doubt in a man's mind, if not mitigate it completely. You can tell an honest to goodness truth and still be faced with a subject unmoved and/or unconvinced, which in our detective's case, would be disastrous. The chances of eliminating the doubt completely from a doubter's mind are slim to none; people are stupid. People are stubborn. People will stand in the face of overwhelming evidence and still defend an ideal to their death, if they value it enough. Instead of trying to eliminate doubt, you should accept it, cater to it and present a scenario of recognisable risk that is worth taking. These risks will be subjective, what one views as a risk worth taking, another won't. Whether it is stealing from a shipping crate, deceiving your boyfriend or taking the later bus, rather than the early one, some will choose to play safe. As such, the perfect lie will need more; it will need an emotional gambit. Distracting and disarming. It will need to inspire power, recklessness or apathy. It will need a...
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