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. No rhyme or reason, DNA, forensics or any connection. DCI Craig Darke's troubles have just doubled.
Then there is the sudden death of a twin to turn his brain inside out - you could say his troubles have doubled again.
Without warning in the middle of all this 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 only thirteen be enough to bring his whole world crashing down around him or will it be charging the wrong twin with murder?