troop d did n't live in a vacuum on top of its hill , after all ; the motor-pool was next door , the county attorney ( plus his staff ) was just down the road , there were lawyers , there were perps cooling their heels in the bad boy corner , the occasional boy scout tour , the steady trickle of folks who wanted to lodge complaints ( against their neighbors , against their spouses , against amish buggy-drivers taking too much of the road , against the state troopers themselves ) , wives bringing forgotten lunches or sometimes boxes of fudge , and sometimes just interested john q .