Verbal Kint sat across from Agent Kujan in a tiny San Pedro, California office with a corkboard, a cup of coffee, and a simple task: make Kujan believe his story. So that’s what he did. He told Kujan one of the most fascinating and compelling stories about friendship, loss, betrayal, and even the devil himself. Did he ever pick beans in Guatemala? No way. Or sing in a barbershop quartet? Ne’er. But he made Kujan believe, he made us believe, and