October the twentieth, 2009. District Attorney Hugh Livingston was not having a good evening. He figured he’d hired the stupidest PR man on the f*****g planet for this campaign. Who else but a complete i***t would schedule back-to-back events only two hours apart when the drive time alone from Plano to Waco was almost two hours? And that was in good weather. This evening had turned misty, with thunderstorms forecasted. Fuming, he waved off his entourage in disgust, walked quickly to his car, and slammed it into drive. If he absolutely hauled a*s, he’d just make it.
Running for Governor of Texas wasn’t worth dealing with all this s**t.
Almost, he amended.
To be honest, it was the fruition of a dream he’d had since the 1980’s. He’d worked hard, being sure to keep any high-profile cases fo
