Huh? I think your sentence got cut off. It reminds me of when I do an impression of singing the theme tune of Sound Of Music: "THE HILLS ARE A..."
Huh? Huh? Whaddaya tryin' to say? Whaddaya tryin' to say?
I don't know why that last paragraph cut off. I think I was distracted by the baseball game I was watching at the time I posted it.
I was referring to the part where the Police Doctor, the one who spends most of his time writing puff pieces for the police newsletter, did psychological profiles on the "choir practice" members after the accidental killing of the "park fairy." After much effort to research their backgrounds and to try to come up with an answer why they were the way they were, he chucked the entire report in the trash, knowing that the last thing the brass wanted from him was a report that would do anything to "rock the boat."
I also got a kick out of that idea one of the brass had to have the patrolmen sell whistles on the street for $1 for little old ladies to blow should they ever get assaulted by a street thug. As if police officers patrolling around in their cruisers are ever going to hear, much less respond to, a whistle blowing. Of course, this captain got a nice feather in his cap for this idea - which naturally had zero effect on crime fighting.