The Door
You came this far on purpose. Here is where the road out begins.
No hooks, no upsell. Below is what I offer and what each asks of you; beneath that, the way to reach me. Read it plainly — it is meant plainly.
The work
The propositions
The First Descent
By arrangementYou bring me the wreck — the whole of it — and I tell you what is true, what can be recovered, and what the next hard step is.
The Long Climb
By arrangementSteady company on the way up — for the long haul out, not a single hour. A hand on the rail the whole climb.
The Reckoning
By arrangementThe document you read at three in the morning when you are sure again that it is over.
What each asks of you, in time and in fee, we settle privately — once I know your hour, and never before.
If this is your hour
I do not take many at once, and I answer every man who is in earnest. Tell me, in a line or two, where you are.
What we say after that stays between us.
It's through — and it did not land in a queue.
The moment you sent it, I knew. Not a bot, not an inbox someone gets to on Monday — me. Whatever the hour, day or night or the dead middle of a holiday, I see it, and I answer to the weight of what you carry. If it is urgent, I treat it as urgent.
Hold on. You'll hear from me.
Go safe. Go well.