SamuelA , I think you may be mixing up pkbites and me. No biggie, I’m just sayin’. Anyway, of the 2000 drug arrests that I was involved in, only a minority were the result of consent searches. For the most part, when I approached you I already had probable cause to arrest or, at least, search. This is because I was in a drug unit that specialized in this stuff. We took our time and made a case. Patrol, on the other hand, has a more difficult time because of the time constraints and, in most cases, the person they are dealing with is a complete unknown.
Second, human nature is funny. People don’t always react the way common sense would lead you to believe they will. The consent searches I was involved in were part of what was known at the time as an Interdiction Program. It worked like this: The largest city in my jurisdiction (I was a county detective) has its own police department and has a bus station that handles a fair amount of direct routes to and from New York City. It was common knowledge that the locals would go to NY, buy their dope and return on the same day. Since the going retail price was twice as high locally as in NY, it was easy to make a fair amount of money.
So, a group of both county and local guys went to specialized training to how to spot possible traffickers (based on behavioral cues) and then interact with them on a consensual basis with the ultimate goal of gaining a consent to search their person/belongings. Sometimes the local officers would recognize a person as a known gang member or drug dealer. To be clear, from a legal standpoint, we didn’t need any type of suspicion at all to initiate a conversation. We didn’t even need RAS to ask for consent to search but we normally tried to get it before asking. We could have just picked people at random and sometimes did. This wasn’t a scientific study but we found that people who behaved in a way that piqued out interest were more likely to be holding.
The rules were pretty simple. Once you picked somebody out, no more than two plainclothes officers would approach them. No badges, weapons or handcuffs were to be visible. Normally, one officer would speak to the person and the second would stand back and observe, sometimes in view of the traveler and sometimes not. The first officer, while walking alongside the person, would identify himself by showing his badge briefly and ask if they minded speaking. The whole approach and interaction was designed to be as low key and non-coercive as possible since coercion would likely be alleged as a defense if an arrest was made.
If they refused to talk to talk with us we would just let them keep on going. If they agreed to talk to us, we would explain who we were and what we were doing. We’d then ask if they minded answering a few questions. If they agreed to do so, we would ask things like “Where are you travelling from?” (We already knew they just stepped off the NY bus. if they lied about that, our suspicions would be heightened), “What was the purpose of your trip?”, “How long were you there?”, “Who did you visit?”, “Name?”, “ “Last name?” “Address?” This was done in a conversational manner, not like an interrogation and no notes were being taken. If someone was telling the truth, they would have answers for these questions without having to think about it. If they were lying, the hesitations would be obvious and they often couldn’t give answers. The might claim to have been visiting a friend but couldn’t supply a last name or what street he lived on. Their luggage or packages might be inconsistent with their story. They may claim to have spent a few days in the city but have only a box of sneakers in a bag.
We would ask if they were carrying anything for anyone or if there was any chance someone slipped something into their bag while they were sleeping. Was everything in their possession theirs? This was an attempt to provide them an out and sometimes they took it. “Well, my cousin asked me to bring this package to his mother who lives in town. I have no idea what’s in it.” “Well, somebody COULD have put something in my bag when I went to the bathroom”.
If the person answered the questions in a forthright manner and everything made sense we would just say, “Thanks for your cooperation and have a nice night”. If we thought their story had too many holes in it or they were otherwise acting nervous (visibly shaking, looking around, dry mouth, visible pulse in their neck etc.), we would ask them for their consent to search. We actually had a form for them to sign that advised them of their right to refuse or stop us at any time. If they agreed, would do the search right where we were standing. To take them to a room or separate area could be construed as coercion.
Its been a long time but my best guess is that 75% or more of the people who consented had drugs or guns on them. “Why in the world would they consent?” you may ask. I don’t know but my best guess is they thought if they said, “No” that would make them look guilty and if they said “Yes” maybe we would think they weren’t holding and just leave them alone.
We were trained that if the person was loud and defiant, they were almost certainly not holding. People who are dirty don’t usually want to aggravate the police or draw attention to themselves. When we encountered such a person we usually just thanked them for their cooperation and sent them on their merry way. Sometimes, we’d try to reason with them and explain what we were trying to do but that almost never worked. For whatever reason, the word never made it out on the street that all you had to do was refuse to talk to us and we would let you go.
The whole thing was a cat and mouse game with the bad guys changing tactics and us changing to catch up with them. We would average a couple of arrests a night, mostly for drugs and guns but some warrant arrests. Once, a couple a females drew our attention and ultimately consented to a search of their overnight bags. In the bags were hundreds of condoms and not much else. They were in town to sell something other than drugs. Off they went to set up shop. On another occasion a guy had all the indicators - he was meeting someone but didn’t know the guy’s name, had never been to town before and was clearly nervous about something. He consented and in his backpack he had these bricks tightly taped up with packing tape. He said he didn’t know what was in them. We opened the bricks. It turned out to be coffee. You have never seen such a relieved person in your life. Our best guess is that someone was doing a dry run and testing either us, the carrier or both.
The whole thing came to an end when the lawyer for a guy carrying a kilo of cocaine taped to his torso alleged racial profiling. The guy’s mother was a big shot attorney in D.C. He ended up pleading guilty for a pretty light sentence. For whatever reason, our local D.A. decided to end the program rather than fight the racism charges. This really pissed us off as we viewed this as an admission to the accusation. But, since no one would believe that people moving drugs knowingly consent to searches, something nefarious had to be going on. Only there wasn’t and we couldn’t help it that the town was nearly 80% minority and the bus ridership an even higher percentage than that.