He had been drawn a little way into that darkness of which wizards spoke, and he did not want to remember it; it was nothing to do with him. For Edwin Davidoff, it was harder.  It wasn't just a criminal case, was it?  The same electric chair that would deliver those two pirates to hell would deliver him to a suite in the Dirksen Senate Office Building.  Since he had read Advise and Consent as a freshman in high school, Davidoff had lusted for a place in the United States Senate.  And he'd worked very hard to earn it: top of his class at Duke Law School, long hours for which he was grossly underpaid by the Department of Justice, speaking engagements all over the state that had nearly wrecked his family life.  He had sacrificed his own life on the altar of justice… and ambition, he admitted to himself.  And now when it was all within his grasp, when he could rightfully take the lives of two criminals who had forfeited their rights to them… this could blow it all, couldn't it?  If he wimped out on the prosecution, plea-bargaining down to a trifling twenty years, all his work, all his speeches about Justice would be forgotten.  Just like that?