America 1982-Chapter 462 - 81: Must Not Let the Bad Guys Succeed_2

Jeff looked at Martin, "Martin, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping at Zack’s house?"

"Jeff, just admit it, it’s no big deal, everyone will understand you." Martin still had a sincere expression, standing on the car, speaking down persuasively to Jeff surrounded by parents.

"Jeff hired a nigger as his campaign manager?" a white parent asked skeptically. "Even if he ran for office, shouldn’t it be those two fools, Zack and Allen, helping him?"

Other whites nodded in agreement, and a parent said, "My kid told me that a black man gave him this letter."

"You actually hired a black guy to help with your campaign?" The bearded parent looked at Jeff. "Are you insane? You’re going to hurt Zack and Allen’s feelings!"

"No, it was Martin who approached me, offering to help with my campaign. He said he could secure the black vote and such. I didn’t know he would use this method. I swear to God, I really didn’t know."

At this moment, a police car with its lights flashing drove up, and two officers stepped out. The senior officer, still holding a cup of coffee, surveyed the white folks with an easy tone, "What happened here, someone called in saying Jeff Raven bribed voters, and there are allegations of him humiliating someone... "

The casual tone instantly became stern upon seeing Martin standing atop the car: still holding coffee in his left hand, his right already on the holster at his waist, he barked at Martin,

"You! Nigger! Get off the roof of that car right now! Lay down in front of the vehicle! Now!"

Martin, who previously was looking down at everyone, immediately raised his hands high upon the police officer’s order, jumped down obediently, and lay down in front of the car.

The police officer checked Martin for weapons first, and only after assuring himself multiple times that not even a coin that could be considered a projectile was on him, did he relax. Turning to his colleague, he asked, "Who called in the robbery by this black man just now?"

"The call didn’t mention a black man robbing anyone; it stated Jeff Raven was apparently bribing voters, insulting people." The younger colleague replied.

The white senior officer, regretfully letting go of Martin: "Are you sure it’s not about the black guy?"

Meanwhile, the parents, finally snapping out of the spectacle of the police’s brave apprehension of a black man, looked around at each other, and one parent, unable to help himself, asked annoyed, "Who called the cops on Jeff for bribing voters? Was it you who said you’d call the police on Jeff?"

"How could it be? I just wanted to scare him! After all, the damn letter came with a finger cot; my wife teased me with that thing for two hours last night." The suspected bearded parent immediately defended himself: "I’m joking. If I really believed all this was Jeff’s doing, I wouldn’t have waited until this morning; I would have gone to his house last night to teach him a lesson."

The parents present were all somewhat angry about the letter, but Jeff’s good character over the years made it hard for them to believe he would play such a cruel prank on them. That’s why they came to the school the next day to find out what had really happened. As for calling the police, that was even less likely; to everyone, Jeff was seen as the most reliable good guy. Even if he did something wrong, they would give him a chance to make it right, let alone believing his explanations that he had never done such things.

"Jeff, someone reported you for bribing voters, alleging that you psychologically assaulted others, at least that’s what the call said. So, in your campaign to go to Washington and propagate the great Flat Earth belief system, did you bribe everyone? Why didn’t you bribe me? I have a vote too, damn it!" The senior officer approached Jeff, took the envelope from his hand, slowly opened it while teasingly saying.

In the eyes of the senior officer, the least threatening person in the area might just be this honest-looking big guy in front of him.

"Officer Fitz, I didn’t." Jeff explained quietly at the side. "I didn’t write this letter."

"Sent a finger cot? You bribe for votes by giving each person a finger cot? Mocking everyone that their golf clubs aren’t big enough to satisfy their wives?" After reading the letter and glancing at the finger cot, the officer chuckled, "Good thing you didn’t send me one, or my wife might actually use it in front of me, ever since my back hasn’t really supported me doing intense exercise for three years."

A group of parents burst into laughter.

"Alright, there was someone called... what’s his name?" The senior officer looked at his younger rookie colleague.

The colleague affirmed, "Martin, the caller was named Martin."

"That’s right, someone named Martin called in to report you for bribing voters, allegedly insulting others—that’s a very serious accusation. You need to come with us to the station. If you can’t explain yourself, you’ll have to say..." The senior officer patted Jeff’s shoulder, preparing to escort him back for a statement and an investigation.

"Hey, nigger, what did you say your name was again?" A parent suddenly snapped back to attention and asked Martin.

Martin gulped and, seeing the unfriendly faces around him, said, "Marvin, Marvin Hart."

"Weren’t you always telling me your name was Martin?" At this point, Jeff spoke up.

"He said he was Jeff’s campaign manager, and our kids said it was a black man who gave them the envelopes to take home yesterday, telling the kids it was personally from Jeff." Another parent spoke up loudly: "This black might be deceiving Jeff, he must be up to something!"