THE VILLAIN SVEN TRANSVOORT DESCRIBES HIS FIRST MEETING WITH GUY, SITTING COWARDLY IN HIS UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, SEVERAL WEEKS AFTER THE KOREAN CHECK-CASHING FIASCO What’s a little white lie between friends? I realize I’m assuming quite a lot, calling you my friends, but you see I have no others, just at the moment, and I could really use some. The white lie was that Violet McKnight was my girlfriend. I am many things in addition to a sociopath, but I am not delusional, at least not in a Humbert Humbert way. I’m not anywhere near that predictable. Or, to put it the way I twittered just ten minutes ago, I am the most interesting person you will never meet. I thought that was rather clever, given the 140-character constraints of the form. I was seeing her, yes, but only in the sense that one sees another person who might be described as a casual acquaintance. In fact, she was using me, or more specifically using my connections in the art world, which are really no more than a function of the money my adoptive parents left me when they died (tragically, in a car accident, which some of my new friends, that is to say you, might find ironic).
