Dead Spit

Back in late 2011 a young woman, separated from her partner with a young son upstairs asleep in bed, had been killed in Lincoln by somebody who, it appeared, she had invited into her kitchen at night.
March 2012 and to the north of the cathedral city another young woman with a child has been strangled just outside her back door. Once again there is no rhyme or reason, DNA, forensics or any connection.
DCI Craig Darke's troubles have just doubled.
Then there's the death of a twin to turn his brain inside out.
His troubles have just doubled again.
Without warning a beautiful redhead from his teenage years turns up right out of the blue to set his heart racing. This highly respected and successful policeman is thrust headlong into memories of paddling in the sea, eating jelly and ice cream and going to the pantomime.
Is kissing a girl he last saw when she was thirteen, enough to bring his whole world crashing down around him?
A Lincolnshire murder mystery