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That formed a large part of the question the jury ultimately had to answer. And if you tried to photo-fit the popular public persona of a serial stabber and killer, you would probably never come up with an image that looked anything like Dwyer.
A little mousey-looking man in an ordinary job who liked playing with model 'planes and driving fancy cars.
At 7.04am on October 18, 2012, four minutes shy of the 24 hours since his arrest, Dwyer was released from custody and his possessions returned to him. After another consultation with his solicitor, he was formally charged with the murder of Elaine O'Hara.
Asked if he wanted to say anything, he replied: "I do, not guilty." In custody since then, he continued to display the same air of confidence.
At 2.07am in the morning, he opted to carry on, replying when asked if he was tired: "I think I'll make it." At 3.45am he was less belligerent when the offer of a rest was made again."That's not me, how could I sleep?
" Gradually conceding ground only when he had to, he accepted his were unusual sexual predilections. I wouldn't blood-let." During a brief break in questioning, he took a call from his solicitor lying on the bed in his cell.
Always impeccably turned out, he would await the start of the days proceedings, chatting apparently amiably with his legal team, his hand in his navy suit trouser pocket and a shoot-the-breeze-with-the -guys smile on his boyish face.
If it hadn't been for the barrier separating the dock from the rest of the court, he could have been mistaken for just another lawyer, so relaxed and unconcerned did he appear.
He would also write to his wife Gemma to say that he had not told her everything. "They actually have no evidence except my name and someone else's phone number in that awful girl's diary." He went on to say he did know Elaine, but that he was trying to help her, and he hadn't been totally honest.
And when we heard Dwyer's interaction with the gardai - the ones who arrested him and questioned him slowly and painstakingly before finally charging him - some telling elements of his character began to surface.
The Graham Dwyer that came into court every day for the six-week duration of his case, presented himself as a suave, unflappable fellow, at ease all the time, confident that he would soon brush off this injustice, this terrible mistake that had placed his liberty in such peril.
He volunteered that "Knife play is an aspect of BDSM", before quickly adding: "But I wouldn't cut anyone . He seemed more pensive and was again offered the chance to rest.
But he snapped back quickly and offered as reply, a jaunty thumbs-up. The gardai had taken their best shots (metaphorically) and hadn't laid a glove on him. The gardai had seen and heard enough of this man to conclude that he was extremely dangerous and not safe to be let loose.