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CASE FILESUBJECT:STATUS:SEMI-RETIRED · CONSULTINGTHEATRE:IT · FR · ESYEARS:1990–2025DECLASSIFIED
Personnel File

Who is M.

The cover question everyone asks first, and the only one I'll half-answer.

Status: Semi-retiredActive 1990–2025Still consultingSubject — do not photograph
Name
REDACTED — you don't need it
Handle
M. · in the field, il merlo — the blackbird. It watches, it remembers, nobody looks twice.
Born
Somewhere on a border, mid-1960s. REDACTED
Languages
Italian, French, Spanish, English. Enough German to order and to eavesdrop.
Theatre
Europe. Mostly Italy, France, Spain. The occasional errand somewhere colder.
Employer
Never one. That was the point. Corporate security, private intelligence shops, a few law firms, and now and then a government that needed a man whose name wasn't theirs.
Now
A town on the Mediterranean I'm not going to name. A terrace, a coffee, the chair that faces the door.

I was freelance for thirty-five years, which is a polite way of saying nobody would have admitted to knowing me. That suited everyone, me most of all. The work was not what films made it. It was mostly waiting. Reading rooms. Walking routes twice. Writing reports nobody thanked me for and a few people paid a great deal to never see again.

I started just as the Wall came down and the old certainties went freelance along with me. I finished in a world of cameras that know your walk and phones that file your whole life by the minute. The trade I learned is mostly dead. The habits it left me are not — I still can't sit with my back to a door, and I've stopped apologising for it.

Why a website, of all things

Two reasons. The first is that the people who used to need me now mostly need a consultant, and a consultant needs a shingle. So: I assess, I advise, I tell nervous executives and the occasional private client what's real and what's their imagination. Quietly. Contact details available on referral only.

The second is simpler. A lot of what I know is genuinely useful to ordinary people, and almost none of it is dangerous in the way the breathless corners of the internet pretend. Reading a room. Not being an easy target. Knowing the difference between a watcher and a coincidence. Knowing when to stop being clever and call someone like me. I'd rather write it down plainly than let it die with the men who learned it the hard way.

The ground rules of this file

Everything here is true in the way a good story is true. The operations are recombined, the dates blurred, the cities half-named, the people turned into initials and black bars. If you think you recognise a case, you don't. Names changed. Details moved. The lessons are real.

I won't teach you anything that belongs in the hands of the people I spent my life avoiding. There are no recipes here for hurting anyone. There's just the quiet craft of staying aware, staying free, and staying boring — which, done right, is the most underrated skill there is.

New here? Start here.

— M.