ABOUT THE INVESTIGATOR
I spent twenty-two years as a police officer, the majority of them working homicide. I am a retired RCMP sergeant, a certified post-blast field investigator, and a MUFON Certified Field Investigator for the Maritime Region of Canada, based in Musquodoboit Harbour, Nova Scotia, where I operate a sawmill and write books that apply homicide investigation methodology to the biggest cold case in human history.
THE EVIDENCE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR CONCLUSIONS
In twenty-two years I learned one fundamental truth about evidence: it does not care about your conclusions. Evidence is what it is. Your job as an investigator is to follow it wherever it leads, rate it honestly, and never let what you want to be true get in the way of what the record actually shows.
I carried that discipline into UAP research when I retired. Every claim in every book I publish is rated to the same standard I applied to homicide cases. Confirmed means independently corroborated by documentary evidence or multiple credible witnesses. Weak means supported by testimony or circumstantial evidence but not yet independently corroborated. Unconfirmed means reported but not yet verified by any independent source.
I will tell you which category every significant claim falls into. I will not dress up weak evidence as confirmed because it supports a conclusion I prefer. I will not dismiss confirmed evidence because it makes people uncomfortable. That is the contract between an investigator and the reader.
HOW I AM WIRED
I cannot stop asking questions. If my girlfriend tells me she went for lunch I want to know which restaurant, what she ordered, what color the walls were, which booth she sat in. I cannot be in the presence of an unsolved question without trying to answer it. That is not a choice. It is what I am. Twenty-two years of homicide investigation did not create that instinct. It refined it, disciplined it, and gave it a methodology.
I have been in cold case rooms. The archive where unsolved homicide files live, boxes on shelves, row after row, floor to ceiling, every one representing a person whose life was taken and whose killer was never brought to court. The quietest place on earth. The saddest place on earth. In almost every cold case, the investigators know. They know who did it. They know how. They know why. They do not have the evidence to arrest, charge, and convict. But they know, and they carry that knowledge for the rest of their careers.
I believe there is another archive somewhere, with its own boxes on its own shelves, and evidence that has been kept from the public for eighty years. Investigating is what I was put on this earth to do. This is the case I chose.
I GO TO THE GROUND
Documents tell you what happened. Ground tells you what it was like, the distances, the sightlines, the wind, the things no report ever writes down. I have stood on the Foster Ranch debris field at Roswell twice. Shag Harbour is forty minutes from my house. When a witness describes a scene, I want to have stood in it.
And I apply the standard to myself first. When something unexplained happened to me, alone, on my second Foster Ranch visit, I rated my own sighting by my own rules: single witness, one-second observation, no photograph. Unconfirmed. It will never be cited as evidence in any book I write. If I will not exaggerate what happened to me, the reader can trust what I tell them happened to anyone else.
THE WORK
The Fitzpatrick UAP Investigation Files series is built on primary source government documents obtained through Access to Information and Freedom of Information requests, declassified archives, laboratory analyses, official law enforcement records, and named witness testimony. Every word earned. Not by sitting at a desk and theorizing. By talking to sailors. By talking to Brigadier Generals. By talking to retired naval radiomen in Winnipeg at two in the morning. By sending cold emails to Rear Admirals. By filing requests with the Department of National Defence, the Privy Council Office of Canada, and the NATO Archives in Brussels. By following every lead, sourcing every claim, and rating every finding honestly.
Volume I, Silent Harvest: A Forensic Investigation, examines the foundational cases of the modern era and the documented machinery of suppression.
The Operator presents thirty case files spanning six continents and 420 years, each held to the Confirmed / Weak / Unconfirmed standard.
Volume III, The Silence is the Signature, is in production now, investigating a 1960 NATO minesweeping exercise off Shelburne, Nova Scotia, built on Royal Canadian Navy records no researcher had ever requested from the national archive.
WE DESERVE THE TRUTH
I am not here to tell you what these things are. The honest investigative answer is I don't know, and anyone who tells you they do know, with certainty, without primary source evidence, is selling you something.
But whatever is out there, the answer to the question of what it is belongs to the public. Not to a classified archive. Those ships were paid for by the public. Those sailors served the public. The truth about what our governments have known for eighty years belongs to all of us. I am proud to be part of the disclosure movement, no matter how small my contribution.
We deserve the truth. Not because it will be comfortable. Because it is ours.