At the close of the 14th day of the trial at Liverpool Crown Court, Tim Edwards' gaze did not for one second stray away from the face of the scrawny young man stood only metres in front of him.
His eyes remained stubbornly fixed upon this wiry figure as he was marched back into the dock by three security guards, his distinctive long brown hair tied up in a bun and his wrists bound by handcuffs. Connor Chapman meanwhile looked anywhere else, not even daring to dart his vision anywhere near the public gallery and instead turning his head in the direction of the assembled press pack while sporting a somewhat vacant and glazed over expression.
Had he made eye contact with Mr Edwards, he would have seen the fury in his eyes. He may have realised a tiny fraction of the hurt, the grief and every emotion in between that the bereaved father has felt the sting of over the past seven months since his beloved daughter Elle was shot dead in cold blood.
