mirage said:
If this is true, this is an illegal search. Without your consent or probable cause (he could smell or see drugs) all he has to use is the "Plain view doctrine". That only allows him to search with his eyes, not his hands. Even if he found drugs you would be home free because anything he finds is "fruit of the poisonous tree" Because it was an illegal anything that the search led him to find would be unuseable as evidence. Now all that beeing said I think this is BS and either you are lying or leaving some stuff out.
I don't think you understand how messed up some cops are...Hell I got harassed like that one night too, and the only reason I never followed up on it was because I HAD been drinking, even though he couldn't have done anything about it.
Here's the story, I'll try to keep it short. So I'm coming home from a friend's house around midnight, I had drank maybe 3-4 beers (faaar from drunk). I pull up at a red light next to a fat guy with a cowboy hat on in a crown vic. I was listening to some music, which couldn't have been very loud outside the car since it was coming from the stock system in my mom's Echo...lol...(this was before I had my 240 a few years ago, I was probably about 19.) So the guy screams at me to turn it down, so I do. Then he tells me to roll the window down, shows me no ID or anything that would tell me he's anything but a civilian asshole. Light turns green, I smile and drive off...heh...not fast, not even speeding, but he follows me and flashes his lights the whole way. Now who's gonna stop for a fat ass white dude who's screaming at you at midnight? So I pull in to the Blockbuster parking lot and he blocks me in. I get out, he comes shove me against the car and searches my pockets. When I ask him what the problem is, he says I was speeding down the street that I met him on...BULLSHIT...he asks me if I'd been drinking, i tell him yes but that I'm sober and he's full of crap. He asks for my license, and tells me that he'd "bust me" if he wasn't going to a rodeo...Even though I'd only had a few beers I figured it was best for me to leave it alone, otherwise I might've taken a swing, because he still hadn't ID'ed himself...Anyway, that's about it, except he called my mom the next day saying how he was a "concerned parent", and I was "mouthing off" to him...blah blah...oh, and he was just a fucking private investigator...well I told her the story, she sided with me...
On the other hand, I know a lot of cool cops...it all depends...