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Title: Broadchuch: Sins Of The Father

Date of commencement: September 22 2013

Date of completion: December 24 2014

Series: Broadchurch, a sequel to the original, and following on from Life Without Joe

Rating: M

Authors: tkel_paris and tardis_mole

Summary: Two years after Danny's death, life is slowly getting back to normal in Broadchurch. But Hardy's happy life is about to be turned upside down by a spectre from the past he had hoped had been laid to rest. Someone from his past wants to talk to him, someone wants revenge, someone wants to see him ruined. But it's not one 'someone'. But first, he must face the girl in his garden.

Disclaimer: We own nothing, but this is based on Broachurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain no financial benefit nor gratuities, only the enjoyment from writing and working together on this epic journey, shared for the enjoyment of others.

Dedication: Chris Chibnal, long time friend. bas_math_girl, for her beta. And each other for hopefully not ruining each other's lives for too long during the writing part.

Warning: If you have not watched Broadchurch in its entirety, do not read this. We mean it. You will be spoiled. Stop and go back. Now. Ideally you have seen the entire show, not just what was aired on BBC America if you live on that side of the pond, but this is understandable in either case. Also, if you have not read tardis_mole's Life Without Joe, that's okay. It's possible to read this without reading that, if you're not on Moley's approved list. You'll probably find this makes a little more sense if you have read it, but you should be fine without it. Take the time to read Erin Kelly’s novelization, if you can, as it provided certain details that helped with writing this. Though you won’t need to rely on it.

Authors' Notes: See Episode One, Part One. They're a bit long to include in each post.

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Previously...

Episode Four, Part Five: Road Trip

It was getting dark, but the old Ford Fiesta churned along to the determination of its driver and passenger. Traffic was light and the weather held. Which meant they would make good time unless someone else made a stupid decision.

In the front passenger seat, Olly was on his phone. And had been almost the whole way. “Okay, so where do we start?”

Maggie had been thinking about this the whole time. Olly had been checking news sources about the cases since the story was breaking. It took longer than with Danny. Probably helped that the first victim was not reported to the town for an entire day, and almost none of the first witnesses had smart phones. If you could call them witnesses. A family scared out of their minds what this would do to their reputations and to their children, the eldest of which had found the body; a milkman who had been almost shunted off the road by a dark-coloured car driving with its lights off and the postman who heard what he thought was two people having sex in the field behind the hotel, although he had added that it could have been hedgehogs. Given that it was a bit late for hedgehogs, Maggie could probably guess that it was humans. Given her hunches, she could probably discount them all, but she wasn’t in police.

“Well, first thing is, we meet with my friend who will give us a place to stay. He's also a contact who can open doors for us locally. We need to conduct a lot of research and he's the man to help us find everything we need. Then I think we locate where Daisy lives. I doubt her mum moved too far and is probably still in the area, so we can find who she spends her time with. Those people will give us insight into both her situation and her mother. Then there's the lady who owned the house where the stolen evidence was hidden. She has to be connected to the case. Whoever stole the purse and evidence had access to that shed, and the reports suggested that there was no break-in there. Some of the research my friend can help with should provide some if not all of the answers.”

“You think this woman who owned that house might be related to the thief?”

“There was speculation that Trevor Medley paid someone to steal the evidence, and there was a cash withdrawal that no one has been able to account for, given that he was in prison around that time. So, who had his bank card? I want details about the pendant being found - although the new owners of the house have no connection to him; I do know that was checked.”

“What about a connection to Sandbrook police? I mean, why did they rob that car on that day? It can't be a coincidence.”

“Well, from our interview with Hardy back when the search was still on for Danny's killer I'd say that he suspected then that something was off. But the poor man was trying to protect his daughter from learning how little respect her mother had for him, and how broken he was by his wife.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Maggie replied. “When he first arrived he had the vibes of a man missing a woman. I know these things.”

“You’re gay.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t notice,” she defended. “Besides, I’m bi, if you must know.”

Olly sighed. “Ok. I bet he only delayed things. He might've got custody of his daughter if he'd spoken up. Instead he got extra stress that couldn't have helped his heart.”

“It's not our place to question his actions or motives in that case. What we're interested in is whether there are any real ties between Sandbrook and the girls murdered in Broadchurch. I bet there is some link to there that may explain why they were targeted. It’s like they were expected to arrive. Sarah was taken just one hour after arriving; Luiz Gotleib was attacked within three hours of arriving, and Louise Dusk within minutes. That means there was premeditation. They were expected.”

“But, how can that be since they didn’t know each other?”

“Luiz and Louise? I’m guessing one or the other was a case of mistaken identity. Their faces were very similar. And given all the Sandbrook ties, I'm suspecting the mistaken idenity was Luiz. Ellie confirmed that it was Louise in that photo.”

“But what about the first girl, Sarah Wallace? Where does she come into it?”

“No idea. And the method used to kill her differs to the other two.”

“So, if we put her death aside for the moment, one or the other Louise is linked to Sandbrook?”

“I’d bet my life on it.”

“You know, I'd almost say the link is Daisy Hardy, not her father. I hope my aunt can get a statement from her. I bet she’s keeping secrets. And I don’t think that third death was an accident, by the way. Don’t know about you, but that’s my thoughts on the matter.”

Maggie gave a thoughtful hum. “Given that someone seems to have made two attempts to kill one of Daisy’s friends and one more has died since. And they may have been planning to meet on their respective holidays, and one of her friends was murdered in Sandbrook. I think that's a safe bet that none of this, now, is a coincidence, any more than Hardy’s car being broken into. We just have to prove it, even if it fails to bring her father back into the investigation on the right side of things.”

“Okay, so what else? When do we speak with the Sandbrook police directly?”

“Not until I feel we've found out all we can about Tess, Bruce, Daisy, Ben, Sarah, Louise and Luiz in a timely manner. If we have any reason to suspect either Tess or Bruce of foul play I want to make sure that we know who's in charge and whether there are any friends of theirs who might try to cover their tracks for them.”

“Just in case any evidence or forms could vanish.”

“Exactly.”

“What about that contact you used when we looked up Susan Wright? Have you reached out to him?”

“Yes, he's one of my contacts. My most important one for our purposes. I gave him the names I have, and asked him to find whatever he can. Luckily, my friend has email, so we will get his findings quickly. Although he's not the one we go through first.”

“So... who is this friend in Fleet Street?”

Maggie turned ever so slightly pink. “An old flame, if you must know. And we'd appreciate it if you didn't ask, talk or hint about it.”

Olly's eyes widened. He thought for a moment before slowly turning back to his phone. “I'll look up some more numbers for us.”

“That will help.”

They were quiet after that, each focused on their own thoughts. Or in one case trying to focus on something related to the case. The motorway, although the shortest route between two points, still gave them long enough to plan their trip carefully.

/=/=/=/=/

Miller was working late again. She spoken to her babies on the phone, not that Tom liked to think he was her baby, he was thirteen after all, but her husband thought it was funny. He wished she would come home soon so he could show her the expression Tom had on his face.

Ellie apologised profusely but she had to crack this, or at least have some idea, before she’d let it lie for the night.

She didn’t tell him she had set the Broadchurch aside on a hunch that something was not quite right about the Sandbrook case. Something was niggling at the back of her mind, something that linked the two. And she had to find it. It wouldn’t let her rest.

She’d got that from him. The way he’d worked on the Latimer case. The way he threw himself at it, night after night, until it buckled and revealed its secrets to him. She knew she would have to do the same.

She was going through the notes on the break-in. Break-ins were notoriously hard to solve unless there were prints. Car thefts were so common that police often just logged the crime and moved on. It was tough love, but there were far too many to concern themselves with. And this one, Hardy’s car, seemed to fit the same bill. Except that it was a police officer’s car and there were evidence bags involved.

And even on the first page of the owner’s statement Ellie found inconsistencies; the timing, the location, the lack of prints. Why was she there? Why had she taken her husband’s car and not her own? The fact that her statement didn’t exactly match Hardy’s was more than just a hint of something not quite right. She found subtle lines that suggested a cover-up, a framing; a deliberate act.

If it had hadn’t been set up to deliberately discredit Hardy and get him off the case or at the very least get the case dropped, then it was a very clever way to make his ex wife look like a really bad rooky. It had to be an inside job. DS Lover, there was no mention of a name, had called her in for a drink. Bloody long drink. She was at the hotel for two hours. Drink and sex, then?

Was he involved in the robbery, or was that just bad timing? And what about the man she was with now? Where did he fit in? He worked at Sandbrook Labs at the time Ben was born. She could tell that from the dates. The same man who was being investigated for fiddling with the samples.

So, did he have any connection to the break-in? Or, does he know who did? According to Alec Hardy’s own statement, he suspected his wife was not just having an affair with another police officer, but also a third man, though he had no idea who he was. Ellie suspected it was Bruce Stratton.

And how did Trevor get involved? Ellie found bank statements for Trevor going back a couple of years. He was receiving payments in the thousands, she couldn’t say what for. Paid in cash. It wasn’t just the amounts, it was the timing. Three of them coincided with the deaths of the Sandbrook girls. One she could dismiss, but three was just not random. And then there were several more for which there was no clue, right up until Trevor was finally arrested and retried.

But that wasn’t the oddest thing. Someone had withdrawn money from Trevor’s account six days after he was sent to prison. Who? Strangely, it seemed that Bruce Stratton had paid into his bank account the exact amount withdrawn from Trevor’s account. Coincidence? Ellie no longer believed in coincidence. And that meant that his arrival in Broadchurch, just hours before a murder, sounded very suspicious to her.

Except for one small fact. Yes, he was being investigated for a very errant genetic testing and mislabelled samples, but his police record was so lily white, Ellie feared she would need shades to look at it. No DUIs, no speeding, no violent offences, no drunk and disorderly. He had lived under radar.

Except that he was related to Trevor Medley. On his mother’s side. Guilty by association. And who was this Godfrey Ghosh fellow? Bruce was getting money from him too. For Ellie, the case was getting weirder and weirder. But she just knew it was connected. And then there was the selfie photograph of the girls in Sandbrook High street. Daisy, Hailey and Louise.

Bingo.

In the background was a man who looked like Bruce Stratton, taking something from another man, secreting it under their jackets, as if they wanted no witnesses. The second man was Asian or Asian descent, 5’6’’ tall, judging by how tall he was compared to Stratton, short cropped hair.

Ellie peered closely at it, but couldn’t make it out. That was the problem when you blew up photos, you lost resolution. She slipped the original out from the folder and got a magnifying glass from her drawer to get a better view.

Money. In a large roll. And there was something else. Someone was standing behind Gosh, further back into the distance, some ten or so metres. And behind him stood a girl, hard to make out, since there was little of her visible around the man’s huge frame.

And there was something eerily familiar about the man

/=/=/=/=/

They stopped briefly in north Croydon to pick up the information from the local press office in Sandbrook, and then continued on towards London. Another twenty-five minutes and they could get out and stretch. This surprised Olly. He hadn’t even checked the Sandbrook papers yet. He rifled through them as Maggie drove and quickly established two key features.

“Nothing on Sarah Wallace or a Luiz Gotleib,” he said. “I’ve just had a nasty thought. What if Sarah Wallace wasn’t killed by the same killer, but the two know each other?”

“Like an adult game of dares?” Maggie was silent for a moment. “That is very London, but not Broadchurch. Why bring that all the way down there?”

“Less noticeable?” he offered. “He could have come down, killed the first girl and then left. Maybe he’s long gone before the second killer made his move.”

“But if it was a man, why hide her in a policeman’s garden? Why make it look so meticulously planned and then walk away. It shouts out, ‘here I am, look what I’ve done?’ And why didn’t he sexually assault her?” she reasoned. She remained quiet for a moment. “But still, attacking the girls within such a short space of time from their arrival.”

“Oh,” Olly realised. “The killer had to have been in town. Louise had to have been taken as her family booked in. So the killer had to have been staying at the Trader’s, been moved to the B&B and attacked from there. And now he’s back at the Trader... where Daisy is...”

Maggie glanced at him. Without making it obvious, she stepped on the accelerator, driving just this side of legal all the way to Fleet Street. She might have jumped a couple of lights as well; not that she’d counted.

They were in Southwark by the time Olly found a bank statement at the bottom of the box. He held it up and read through the incomings and outgoings. “Interesting. Trevor’s bank statement. He had several thousand pounds paid into his account from a man called Godfrey Ghosh.”

“Add his name to your list. What company is he from?”

“Doesn’t say. And there’s no statement document that mentions him, either.”

“Census records.”

“We can’t access those.”

“The public ones you can. Len will know which libr
ary to check. And Mick will know how he fits into the Sandbrook case.”

“Will it jeopardise the conviction of Trevor Madley?”

“I doubt it. That case was as tight as a duck’s arse.”

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To be continued...

Comments

( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
tardis_mole
Jan. 3rd, 2015 05:57 am (UTC)
This link is missing as well. Did we miss any more? Or are we more tired than we thought? :D
tkel_paris
Jan. 3rd, 2015 05:58 am (UTC)
I missed a number of them. Will clean them up as soon as I finish with the edits and send them to you for a final check.
tardis_mole
Jan. 3rd, 2015 06:01 am (UTC)
Easily done. Remember how many I missed out? Thousands.

Ok. I'll be here.
tkel_paris
Jan. 3rd, 2015 08:00 am (UTC)
How's your archive updating going, BTW?

Hope you liked my changes...
tardis_mole
Jan. 3rd, 2015 04:31 pm (UTC)
I'm going to update my archive listings this coming week. I have an edit request, but once that's done I'll upload the updates.
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