MR. BERNARD
Fixer. Analyst. The guy people call when it seems impossible.
Bronx, 1978. Grandson of a Neapolitan clockmaker.
Son of a librarian who never said "I don't know" — only "I don't know yet."
Dropped out of Columbia. Taught myself everything that mattered faster
than any institution could teach it.
"Permission is what people ask for when they're afraid of being helpful."