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Four-Cross
Police Station
New London's police
station has the sort of quaint American-backwater
look and feel to it that one might expect from a city
that still keeps a Sheriff on its payroll. Somehow,
the personable feel of the original building has crept
over and instilled itself in the later additions to
it.
Inside, and past the main reception
desk in the large, welcoming lobby with its guy-next-door
receptionist, lives a confusing array of rooms, corridors,
locked doors, paperwork, humming computer and busy
deputies. It comes as a great relief to most people
that they are escorted to whatever room they need
to get to, and escorted back out again by the ever-helpful
deputies. Its lower levels contain the holding cells,
locked behind several tight layers of security (upgraded
in recent years due to the constant threat of terrorist
activity). Spanning several floors, some of the cells
have windows looking over the cityscape of New London,
and others are subterranean with only the humming
Florissant strip lights for illumination. Along with
the tightened security measures, a set of 'high security'
cells have also been recently added for prisoners
considered especially dangerous.
There is also a network of rooms and
corridors for the ever-expanding administrative responsibilities
of the office, rarely seen by those who don't work
in them. The paperwork gets put in the right tray,
and disappears. If there are any mistakes, it reappears
with neat comments requesting changes or confirmations.
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