Samurai Code by Don Easton

call I took this morning was from Constable Sophie White. She wanted to thank you for saving her life.”
    “Oh? Well … that’s good.”
    Rose remained passive.
    “Isn’t it?” asked Laura.
    Rose replied, “I called the inspector back and informed him that what you did was a basic undercover strategy known as the Sophie Solution.”
    “You what!” exclaimed Jack.
    Rose laughed and said, “Not really. Still, I’ll leave it to your imagination as to how embarrassed he was when I did call back. He wasn’t aware of all the details.” Rose leaned forward, clasping her hands on her desk before saying, “Good work last night. Both of you.” There was no doubt she meant what she said.
    Jack and Laura nodded silently.
    After leaning back in her chair, Rose continued, “Your report said you were originally introduced to Mad Dog through an informant.”
    “That’s right,” replied Jack.
    “How about the threat level to him or her?”
    “The informant is safe.”
    “Good enough. You seem confident about that?”
    “I am,” replied Jack, quietly, in a tone that betrayed some sadness to Laura’s ears. It crossed her mind to ask him about it later, but decided against it. Jack was extremely protective about his informants. If he wanted to tell her something, he would do so without her asking.
    “So what is next on your agenda?” asked Rose.
    “We would still like to do a little follow-up on the guns we seized. Track Mad Dog’s phone tolls and see if we can figure out who in the U.S. supplied them to him. Might be able to tip off the Americans and have them put a stop to it.”
    “Illegal guns being smuggled into Canada is a priority. Keep me up to date.”
    Once back in their office, Laura said, “So? What’s your first impression of our new boss?”
    “She seems okay.” Jack then filled her in on the conversation he’d had with her.
    “Sounds honest,” said Laura when Jack had finished.
    “There is one other thing you may wish to keep in mind,” said Jack. “Remember her comment about reading my undercover notes?”
    Laura nodded.
    “I keep them in my desk drawer … my locked desk drawer.”
    “Oh, man. You mean she picked —”
    “Must have accidentally left it unlocked,” interrupted Jack. “Like that office door in Toronto,” he added with a grin.
    “I see,” said Laura, frowning. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.”
    “At least she’s honest about it.”
    “I guess. So, you trust her?”
    “Not particularly. Too soon to know, but my initial feelings are good.”
    “Not exactly someone you would call a good friend yet?”
    “No. She is our boss, so I don’t ever see her becoming a good friend. Her position demands otherwise.”
    “But you’re my boss and I thought we were good friends?”
    “Without question. But we’re also partners and don’t normally have to answer directly to Isaac. If Rose is good, I feel an obligation to protect her from knowing something she could be criticized for.”
    “I hear you. So, what do you want to do now? Personally I feel like getting out of here and grabbing a cup of tea someplace. My treat. Buy you a coffee?”
    Jack sighed and said, “I need to visit a friend receiving hospice care. Won’t take long. Maybe an hour.”
    “Is it anybody I know?”
    Jack shook his head and said, “You’ve never met her. An old informant.” Jack paused before continuing, “At this point there is no harm disclosing her identity. She’s a … or was, a hooker by the name of Ophelia.” He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before saying, “Well, not that old I guess. Cancer,” he added, for explanation. “Maybe two weeks left at the most.”
    “Is she the one who introduced you to Mad Dog?”
    Jack nodded and said, “I want to let her know how it went.”
    “She did good, turning you on to that crowd.”
    “She also turned in the guy who robbed and murdered that eighty-eight-year-old war veteran in his house last