MR EDMUNDS LIVED IN a semi-detached on Byron Avenue, which was to the south-west just outside the town-centre. According to Detectives Mary Carmody and Lilley, he had refused to work with the police artist, claiming it would do no good. Rafferty’s optimism had suffered a bit of a dent at this news, but he felt he could persuade him otherwise. In their investigation into the knife attacks in the town, the other two victims had given a different description of the assailant. They’d got nowhere. ‘Why are people so unobservant?’ Rafferty complained. ‘Honest to God, some people wouldn’t be able to describe their assailant if he spent half-an-hour attacking them, face-to-face, in broad daylight.’ Llewellyn made no reply. Either he considered the comment just another one of Rafferty’s rants, or