I was there on a Sunday afternoon, needing assistance from the "Sup" (superintendent). Folks were gathering at the doorway with meals and drinks brought for someone in jail. They had to have ID and everything was inspected, drinks poured out into plastic bags, ice not allowed. We were led through the crowd and up deeply-worn stairs to wait for the Sup, who was out on the road. Upstairs is partly open-air with a wall of louvered windows, chairs in tight rows and a desk in the back for posting bail. The Sup was professional, kindly and got my issue resolved that day.
Funny thing, in Jamaica I feel all right at the police station; when I go into a bank I feel nervous. In the US it is the opposite x 2, LOL.