"What if it does exist?" a reporter stepped forward and asked Jeff.
Jeff looked at her and spoke calmly, "Either have the Democratic Party office of the Eighteenth District fire that woman, or I'll leave the Democratic Party. Either way, I cannot conspire with murderers."
"You are a candidate for the Eighteenth District, but this is the Southern District. The Eighteenth District is in the Northern District of Miami, why are you holding a fundraising event in the Southern District?" the reporter asked, puzzled.
The Jewish people present were also somewhat dumbfounded. This muscular white man looked like he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The words he uttered confirmed that his brains matched his looks—a candidate from the Eighteenth District in the Northern District coming to an unrelated Southern District on Coral Street to canvas for votes and raise funds?
