“What’s wrong?” the shorter detective asked.

“What do you mean?” His partner replied, holding the door open.

“You know what I mean; I’ve never seen you act this way before.”

“I know. I guess I am just too old for this shit.”

“When were we ever young enough for it?”

“You know what I mean. Maybe, young enough was when we thought we might change things.”

“You taught me long ago, don’t get involved. Otherwise the job will kill you.”

“Yeah, I was right, but maybe we can’t help but get involved. I mean, there were over 18 dead bodies. I mean, where is the humanity?”

The shorter man said nothing. They drove away.

“At least there will be some good come out of it.”

Yeah, his partner nodded. He was referring to the new law passed that basically set the default to recycle and having to opt out of recycling. It was a big change from the old days when diver’s licenses and living wills were being contested by family members; for whatever reason, they did not want to recycle their loved ones.