About four years ago I was addicted to the game L.A. Noire. In this game you play as Cole Phelps an investigator of the LAPD. In order to complete a mission you had to investigate crime scenes, interview witnesses, and interrogate suspects. The game was glorified to be less repetitive, but as a whole it felt very realistic.
Today, instead of working with Theresa I was help out the investigators. There was two investigators, Franny and BJ. Firstly, we had to identify which clients weren't assigned to a public defender. This had to be done manually, checking the arraignments and marking every client without a lawyer by their name. We had about ten clients to interview, usually all of these clients had been arrested the night before so they were stationed down in cell-block. It was very hard to hear the clients because whilst interviewing them everyone else was hollering at the top of their lungs. At times it was hard to get information, whether they were: frustrated about being there and didn't want to come to the door, very quiet in fear of the other inmates hearing there case, or the constant begging of "I didn't know I had court", "I just wanted to see my kid", "The hospital didn't tell me anything" etc. Upon making my way back up to the office BJ handed me a case from one of the Lawyers, he told me to read it and report any discrepancies and leads to him. It was a domestic violence case involving an altercation with a husband & wife, and an assault with one other. I had to re-read the police report multiple times because nothing was obvious. By the time I had finished it was 5:30 and BJ told me we would go investigate the next day.
At around 2:30 I had given BJ my notes and we were on our way to the first stop, Rosewood Avenue. This was not the Waterbury I thought I would be recognizing, the whole neighborhood was completely run down. But alas we found our destination. After we knocked on the door two girls came out and told us they had no idea who the defendant was. It wasn't until after I checked my notes I had recognized similarities between the person we'd just spoke with. Then we confirmed information about her and she gave us her moms number. Our next stop was Vermont street, a place more run-down than the first. We knocked on the door three times and finally heard from the person in the house. We asked where the wife was and the person said she was at work. Once we got back to the office we immediately received a call from New York. It was the mother of the defendant she told us that the husband and wife made up and were living happily ever after. Because the family was "apparently living in New York our job was over.
Even though being a detective sounds kinda boring my blogging has not done it the justice it deserves. I had finally found a job I would be excited to wake up and do everyday.
Today, instead of working with Theresa I was help out the investigators. There was two investigators, Franny and BJ. Firstly, we had to identify which clients weren't assigned to a public defender. This had to be done manually, checking the arraignments and marking every client without a lawyer by their name. We had about ten clients to interview, usually all of these clients had been arrested the night before so they were stationed down in cell-block. It was very hard to hear the clients because whilst interviewing them everyone else was hollering at the top of their lungs. At times it was hard to get information, whether they were: frustrated about being there and didn't want to come to the door, very quiet in fear of the other inmates hearing there case, or the constant begging of "I didn't know I had court", "I just wanted to see my kid", "The hospital didn't tell me anything" etc. Upon making my way back up to the office BJ handed me a case from one of the Lawyers, he told me to read it and report any discrepancies and leads to him. It was a domestic violence case involving an altercation with a husband & wife, and an assault with one other. I had to re-read the police report multiple times because nothing was obvious. By the time I had finished it was 5:30 and BJ told me we would go investigate the next day.
At around 2:30 I had given BJ my notes and we were on our way to the first stop, Rosewood Avenue. This was not the Waterbury I thought I would be recognizing, the whole neighborhood was completely run down. But alas we found our destination. After we knocked on the door two girls came out and told us they had no idea who the defendant was. It wasn't until after I checked my notes I had recognized similarities between the person we'd just spoke with. Then we confirmed information about her and she gave us her moms number. Our next stop was Vermont street, a place more run-down than the first. We knocked on the door three times and finally heard from the person in the house. We asked where the wife was and the person said she was at work. Once we got back to the office we immediately received a call from New York. It was the mother of the defendant she told us that the husband and wife made up and were living happily ever after. Because the family was "apparently living in New York our job was over.
Even though being a detective sounds kinda boring my blogging has not done it the justice it deserves. I had finally found a job I would be excited to wake up and do everyday.