"He was killed with what? A dog lead? And... what's that you say? The dog was still attached to it? OK. So the dog killed him? Good luck proving that one!"

* Has James started his own 'Murder Club'?
* Can you get away with murder if you're in love?
* Are these serial crimes of passion? Or a string of accidents?

Whatever the truth behind the deaths, the reason behind them all sprang from memories.

Ah, yes... Memories.
Those you keep in a box. The box buried deep in the ground, so deep the memories remain undisturbed until you dig up the box. And release the memories.
Years later you find they haven't faded because they haven't seen the light of day. Not until now. Now they're just as real - just as fresh. Just as secret.
The rawness may be gone. The edge. The passion.
But they're just as true. Or are they? Now that innocence has taken over
Or so you convince yourself...

DI Madison latched onto the similar pattern emerging from the so-called 'accidents' quite late after they'd occurred. He had a bit of catching up to do on the cold cases but he was determined to get to the truth.
Would he solve any of them? Was there any mystery to solve or had the coroner got it right in the first place? Were they accidents after all?
It's a hard trail to follow if it takes you over four decades and some 5,000 miles before you get to talk to witnesses on the day. Or were they suspects?
It would be a lot simpler if love hadn't got in the way, on the way. The long journey during which the travelers might have difficulty distinguishing truth from lies, or even right from wrong.
Or is there a middle ground where the guilty deserve to go through life unpunished?
Unpunished? Maybe. But not without scars...