Mike had arrived ahead of the other detectives and forensic team and was grabbing a last smoke from a distance so that nobody could accuse him of polluting the site. Staring, he was aghast at the sheer destruction, the sheer carnage of a well-loved friend.
“Hey Mike”. His fellow detective Toni had arrived. She already had her forensic booties and gloves on. She smelt good. She always did. One day…
“Have you had a look around?” Toni added.
“Only from a distance” as he tossed a mint before he got close.
“But it looks bad” he added.
They started shifting.
“Look at this” exclaimed Toni “a list of the number of MBAs employed by Kodak over the years. What the f**k were they doing? They are meant to be in the business of protection. Even I know a cash cow needs to be replaced.”
“Sure. And what about this? A set of PowerPoint slides saying that the Kodak legacy is what will protect etc us. Yellow is and always will be optimism. Huh?” Mike looked stunned.
“Jeez, Toni how did it get so bad?”
“Not understanding the gangs I think. People always want to try and win not realising a good street strategy is sometimes to duck and dive".
“Look at that” –she grabbed a broken mission statement. “We will never give up the sale of film for less noble concerns” A tear dropped. Even a hardened detective gets affected by the sheer futility of it all at times.
“Have we got enough?” said Mike in despair
“I think so: it’s pretty cut and dried. Arrogance, failure to pursue the basics of business and not understanding that marketing is not a logo but it is a form of deep thinking.”
“Hey Toni: I love the way you talk sometimes. How’s that boyfriend of yours?”
“Shut up and let’s go get some breakfast”
“Sure. Ahhh. Here come the forensic photographers. Not a carton in sight. Jo’s deli, right?”