Local well-known critter was discovered hiding under a ladies bed. Lady barricades the critter inside her bedroom and calls 911.
I get there about the time the critter heaves her keepsake box through the bedroom window, belly-flops into her rosebush, extricates himself and hauls tail for the local Disadvantaged Housing, with me breathing down his neck.
This is Hot Pursuit.
Critter dives through a random door, leaps the living room couch, jukes through the kitchen, ricochets off various junk in the garage, out the back door and over the backyard fence with me matching him step for step.
Other than yelping, "Sheriff's Office!" every second step on the way through the house, I didn't pause to get permission to do this.
This is part of Hot Pursuit (sometimes called Close Pursuit) and is legal.
However, Critter gained about 15 feet on me when he cannonballed into a drainage ditch and I lost the ground trying to pick my way down.
With this added breathing room, Critter swarmed up the wall surrounding the Projects and vaulted inside, by the time I got to the top of the wall, Critter had ducked in between some houses and was gone.
Now, the rules changed. It ain't Hot Pursuit no more.
DPS blocked the roads into and out of Housing, and we glanced through every yard, knocked on each door, explained why we were there and asked if we could take a quick peek inside each house.
This being the Projects, half the time the folks inside said, "Hell, no."
Guys-n-gals, this is part of being a cop. It happens, deal with it.
We asked them to check on any children inside the house, and to call us if they saw him, then went to the next house.
This is the procedure, folks.
Luckily, someone found muddy/bloody footie-prints on a front step. We asked the current residents if we could come inside and look for the person who had left said prints. They said, "No."
We said, "Okay", then we sat on the hoods of our cars in the public street and in the public alley, and waited for the warrant to be processed, then went in and dragged him out from a closet.
If we hadn't found the footprints and used them as the basis for a search warrant, there ain't No Way we'd have barged into any houses without permission (unless someone put a hairy eyeball on the critter through an uncurtained window, and trust me, that ain't gonna happen in the flats).
Iowa DOC and locals are going to have to follow the same rules.
LawDog