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It was quarter to eight in the morning when Jack and Laura arrived at work, but not as early as their new boss, who had arrived an hour earlier. Staff Sergeant Rosemary Wood beckoned them in to her office and introductions were made.
Jack guessed she was about six or seven years older than he was, putting her in her early to mid forties. She was tall, and judging by her build, he suspected she ran marathons. Her hair was blonde and cropped. He sensed she was studying him with some curiosity. It should have made him nervous, but the hint of bemusement on her face told him not to worry.
“Do you prefer we call you Staff?” asked Laura.
“I prefer Rose,” she replied. “Please, both of you take a seat. Make yourselves comfortable.”
“Named after Rosewood?” asked Jack, as he sat down. “That small town in Florida where the Ku Klux Klan massacred people back in the 1920s.”
Rose smiled and said, “I prefer to think my name is symbolic with rosewood, the type used in musical instruments.”
Jack smiled. Good, she has a sense of humour.
“Checking to see if I have a sense of humour, are you?” asked Rose.
Jack felt slightly taken back. Okay, lady. One point for you. He gave a quick grin in response.
“Do you two always come in so early?” asked Rose. “I’m aware that you both worked an undercover operation over the weekend and worked late last night. I didn’t expect to see you today.”
“We had planned on working an afternoon shift, but thought we should honour you with our presence for your first day here,” replied Jack.
“I see,” she replied. “A couple of brown-nosers.”
Jack chuckled and replied, “If you think that about us, I suggest you ask our previous boss. He might disagree.”
Rose smiled and said, “That would be Staff Quaile. Yes, I heard about your relationship with him.”
“You’ve done your homework,” said Jack.
“It wasn’t hard. Rather curious, really.”
“Oh?” asked Jack.
“Are either of you aware of where I was supposed to be transferred to?”
“I only know that you came from Toronto and worked on terrorism,” said Laura.
“Yes. The Integrated National Security Enforcement Team, or INSET as it is called. Up until a week ago I thought I was being transferred to Commercial Crime.”
“I heard that there had been a last-minute change,” replied Jack. “I didn’t hear why.”
“I thought I was being transferred under a cloud. Back east, I was criticized by the brass for gathering intelligence at a commercial location. They said it did not meet the judicial criteria in regard to a search.”
“Searching a place after office hours without a warrant?” suggested Jack.
Rose stared at him for a moment before replying, “It seems you’ve done your homework, as well.”
Jack shrugged in response.
“For the record,” continued Rose, “my watch was wrong. I didn’t realize the office was closed for the night as opposed to an employee having stepped out for a moment. It didn’t help that someone left the door unlocked. It could have been by the same janitor who was sleeping in an office across the hall and happened upon me. It complicated matters further when he later decided to call headquarters to verify my credentials.”
“I see,” replied Jack.
“I bet you do,” she said, with a face that made Jack think she played poker. He mulled over her choice of words to describe the unlocked door. It could have been by the same janitor … meaning in theory, it could have been … but sure as hell wasn’t.
“Did they say why they changed the transfer?” asked Laura.
“That is the curious part. Last week, when I got a call from Staffing, they sounded a little miffed.”
“Miffed?” asked Laura.
“Staffing said Assistant Commissioner Isaac intervened and I was being re-routed to Intelligence. Rather unusual to have someone interfere with Staffing like that. Do you know anything about it?”
“No,” replied Jack.
“Last Friday afternoon I was called in for a short meeting with Isaac.”
“Oh, really?” said Jack, feeling like the cup of dark-roasted black Starbucks coffee he had on the way to work wasn’t such a good idea for an empty stomach.
“Yes, really,” replied Rose, staring back at him.
“Guess he wouldn’t have called you in on a day off just to welcome you to the section,” said Jack, fishing for more information.
“He welcomed me, but spent most of his time discussing you,” she replied. “I had the distinct impression he feels — well, let’s just say he feels you need a little more experience at testifying in court.”
Jack was confused. “We’re on an Intelligence Section. We’re supposed to avoid court when we can, gather intelligence, and turn the results over to the appropriate section to investigate further. They’re the ones who normally make arrests, seize evidence, and go to court.”
“I’m aware of that,” replied Rose. “However, Isaac is concerned that it is the coroner who most often receives the results of your work.”
Laura looked down ostensibly to examine a hangnail.
“Oh, that,” replied Jack, sounding casual. “There have been a couple of individuals I was working on who fell victim to the people they were associating with. Isaac once suspected I had something to do with the death of a man in Mexico. The man was someone I was working on. I happened to be in Mexico on my honeymoon at the time. Isaac looked into it and discovered that the death was the result of an accidental drowning. He apologized to me personally once he discovered his error. I’m surprised he would mention it. It was simply a coincidence.”
“So he told me,” replied Rose. “How interesting you should use the word ‘coincidence.’ He said you could be nicknamed ‘The Coincidental Corporal.’”
“What are —” Jack started to say defiantly.
“Hold on,” interjected Rose, putting her hand up for him to stop. “Laura, this is obviously making you uncomfortable. Would you mind leaving us for a moment? I’ll want to talk with you later.”
“What are you trying to say?” asked Jack, as soon as Laura left the office. “What is Isaac insinuating?”
“Oh, I don’t think he was insinuating,” said Rose, pursing her lips, eyes locked onto his.
Jack returned her gaze and decided not to respond to that comment.
“He revealed only the facts as he knew them,” she continued. “No evidence of wrongdoing on your part was noted, although he tended to overuse the phrase ‘by coincidence’ when describing you. In fact, he made it clear that there has never been any … what’s the word he used? … oh, yes … credible evidence or confirmation of any wrongdoing on your part.”
Jack sighed and took a moment to mull over what he had been told before asking, “What is he suggesting? Where do I stand with him?”
“I did get the distinct impression that it would make him happy if you brought one in alive.”
Jack nodded silently.
“You should also know I wasn’t asked to rat on you.”
“Thanks. Nice to know.”
“But he did make it clear that he goes by the book and would take immediate action if any evidence of wrongdoing came to light.”
“Fair enough. I would expect nothing less.”
Rose snickered.
“What’s so amusing?” asked Jack.
“That is exactly what Isaac said you would say.”
Ouch! “So, where do I stand with you on all this?”
Rose smiled and said, “By coincidence, I had said exactly the same thing as you — that I would expect nothing less.”
“Glad we’re on the same page,” replied Jack.
Rose didn’t immediately reply, but, after straightening a pile of reports on her desk, she looked at Jack and said, “It is evident to me that the work you do is exceptionally dangerous. Considering what I heard, how is it you’ve never taken stress leave after all you have been through?”
“As per policy, I meet with the department psychologists,” replied Jack, defensively. “They continue to give me a clean bill of health.”
“So I’ve been told. You’ve never even been recommended for a brief sabbatical from undercover duties. Very unusual, considering how long you’ve been doing it.”
Jack shrugged and said, “Apparently they think I’m suited for it.”
“I know the training and selection criteria for undercover operators is good,” continued Rose. “I volunteered for it myself once, but failed to make the cut. I’ve done some minor stuff. Portraying a girlfriend the odd time, but never any real undercover operations.”
“The training for UC is pretty good,” said Jack.
“Still, it’s not that good,” replied Rose. She eyed Jack curiously and said, “Taking that into account, coupled with the continuous lack of any concern by the Force psychologists, I understand your training, or should I say, your self-preservation skills, started as a child.”
“It was my understanding,” replied Jack irritably, “that my conversations with the psychologists were to be kept strictly confidential.”
“No, you’re correct. I didn’t talk to them,” said Rose, as she sighed and her eyes softened. “I was simply speculating. As your boss, I am concerned about your emotional health as well as your safety. If you need a break, let me know. It doesn’t have to be official. It will stay between the two of us.”
“I feel fine, thank you.” Jack then added, “You’re exceptionally intuitive. I’m surprised you didn’t make it as an operator.”
“I lack the ability for fast imaginative responses in unexpected situations,” replied Rose. “I have a tendency to overanalyze. As far as being intuitive goes, thank you.” She watched Jack carefully and added, “It may help that I have my masters in psychology.”
She expected to see the usual signs of discomfort that people initially felt when they learned of her psychological training. Fear of being analyzed or having someone guess their deepest secrets. It didn’t appear to faze Jack.
“Good for you,” he replied. “Explains why you clued in about my self-preservation skills developing as a child. Your terminology was the same as the Force psychologists. It is true. When I was a child, report-card time in our house or anything to do with school for that matter, was a nightmare. As a preschooler, I would watch my father flip through a school textbook and ask my older brother questions. If he didn’t know the answer, my father would backhand him out of his chair, make him set the chair up again, sit in it, and then ask him the same question again. Not exactly the best teaching method. Explains why my brother left home when he was fourteen.”
“And then it was your turn to sit in the chair?”
“What I did, from about the time I was ten or eleven, was pretend to be mildly mentally challenged. My father believed it and I avoided the punishment that was handed down to my brother.” Jack sighed and said, “So, I guess you’re right. My self-preservation skills did start as a child. Not just learning to lie, but to watch someone, to know when they are about to strike with little warning, as my father would do. Childhood lessons serve me well in what I do now.”
Rose gave a grim smile and nodded.
“So why did you become a police officer instead of a psychologist?” asked Jack.
“Thought it would be a more hands-on approach to helping people. Why did you become a police officer?”
“I hate bullies.”
“Bullies like your dad?”
Jack nodded. “He was physically and emotionally abusive. Also a pedophile. As he grew older, he also took delight in making people angry. Guess it was another way to make himself feel powerful.”
“Wow … you seem pretty open about it.”
“It is my belief that if people would stop keeping stuff like that secret, it would save a lot of children from a lifetime of horrible problems. I didn’t find out about his pedophilia until he was practically on his deathbed. Not enough time to put him through a trial.”
Rose nodded.
Jack then made pretence of looking around the walls of her office.
“What are you looking for?” asked Rose.
“A picture of Sigmund.”
Rose smiled and said, “Personally I think Freud is overrated.”
“Carl Jung?”
“Don’t care for him, either. My doctrine is more in line with a man called Adler.”
“Good old Alfred,” replied Jack. “I agree. Jung is too spiritual for my liking.”
“You also have an education in psychology,” said Rose, meaning it more as a question than a statement.
“No. Just light reading. Clinical works of Alfred Adler.”
“You call that light reading?”
Jack shrugged and said, “It’s been awhile. I only skimmed through it.”
“The Force shrinks never had a chance with you, did they?” she said, accusingly.
Jack grimaced and said, “Their intentions are good. I believe in the program, but I warned them that many of the good operators are still fooling them.”
“You included?” she asked.
“No. Like I said, I believe in the program. I am as honest as you would be.”
“As I would be?”
Jack smiled and said, “Some things they don’t need to know about.”
“Really? Care to expand?”
“Uh, let’s see, situations comparable to a watch being faulty and an office door left unlocked.”
Rose paused. Okay, time to change the subject. “I see, well … I do want you to know that although I’m not sure why Isaac transferred me here, I am happy with it. I’m not the Commercial Crime kind of girl.” Rose paused and added, “Guess ‘girl’ is politically incorrect these days. I should say woman, but the older I get, the more I prefer girl.”
Jack smiled. “Perhaps with your background, Isaac decided you are better suited for these duties. To keep an eye on me in case I start looking for a clock tower to climb.”
“I guess time will tell, won’t it?” she said, giving a slight grin. “I anticipate that I will earn my pay. Speaking of which — better bring Laura in. I have something to talk to both of you about.”
Rose watched as Jack stepped out of her office. The Force shrinks weren’t the only ones who never had a chance with you. No wonder Isaac rolled his eyes when I asked him about the results from the Internal Affairs investigations.
Jack went across the hall to retrieve Laura. “Everything is okay,” he whispered. “I’ll fill you in later.”
Rose waited until they both returned and said, “I should let you know that my first phone call this morning was a complaint from some inspector out at Surrey Detachment.” She looked directly at Jack and said, “He told me you attacked one of his officers last night and broke her nose. Constable Sophie White.”
Jack frowned. Great way to start off … “There were extenuating circumstances,” he said grimly. “I was in an undercover situation. My notes on the matter are in my desk drawer. I can get them for you.”
“I know,” replied Rose, “I’ve read them.”
You read them? thought Jack. Note to self: watch where I leave stuff.
“I wanted to nip this in the bud before it went any further,” continued Rose. “While I was reading your notes, the second 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 year.”
“That was the one I was on!” exclaimed Laura. “The UC where you brought me in pretending to be your girlfriend.”
“Ophelia doesn’t have anybody in her life. I owe her.”
“Want me to go with you?”
“No, but thanks, anyway. I will take you up on your offer to buy me a coffee first. Right now I could use a cup.”
***
Jack enjoyed his coffee break and found the light conversation he had with Laura relaxing. He wouldn’t have relaxed, if he had known that in the early hours of the following morning he would be using his 9 mm to kill an innocent victim in a back alley.
