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Title: Broadchurch: 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 Broadchurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain nor 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 Five. Part Five: Disclosures

The girl Becca had brought in was shaking as she sat in another room. And she was hugging a backpack as if it was a prized possession. They had to wait to question her because she had admitted to being underage and not having any family in the area. Therefore someone from Social Services had to arrive to act in loco parentis. Fortunately, the local office had someone who could show up at fairly short notice. And while they waited, someone had found her a hot meal and some tea, and a blanket to wrap around her shoulders to stave off the effects of shock.

The Children’s Services duty officer, Beverly Thistle, arrived with the sour look of someone who had been slapped too often while getting out of the bed the wrong side. She had no qualms at all about living up to her name. She was a by-the-book woman in all walks of her life. She wore the kind of outfit that made people instantly think she was military; straight skirt in navy blue, a matching jacket over a no-frills blouse and a necklace of marble-sized pearls at her throat. Her hair was a thick, black bob-cut that never moved so much as a millimetre, probably in fear more than hairspray.

She took a seat next to Hailey and spoke to her quietly for some time. And the look on Hailey’s face seemed to suggest that the woman was rebuking her for running away and admonishing her not to be a naughty girl again. Hailey said not one word. When she was done, she turned and allowed DC Anna Broome, and her seconder, PC Ann Strickler, to begin the interview.

Anna had begun the recording and looked at her gently. She would take this carefully, because they were missing details and the girl was terrified. She didn’t want her clamming up. “What's your name?”

The girl swallowed. “Hailey Bridgewater.”

Blinking rapidly, Anna remembered hearing the name included in a bulletin on missing children around six weeks earlier. She had also heard the name mentioned during the murder investigation. And she also recognised the face now from the photos on the case board. No wonder Ellie had reacted so strongly.

But why was she showing up now, why here? However, she controlled her reaction so she could learn more. “Interviewing Hailey Bridgewater, a teenager who appeared today at the Traders’ Hotel and brought in by Becca Fisher, the owner.” She straightened. “Where are you from?”

“Sandbrook.”

Why did that place keep popping up in this investigation? Coincidences seemed unlikely given everything she had so far, and she had a nasty feeling Sandbrook would pop up again. And given the state of the girl, she doubted it would be a good ‘pop up’. “What brings you to Broadchurch? Did you come to see some friends?”

Hailey nodded.

“For the recording, Hailey Bridgewater nodded. You’re going to have to speak up, darling,” Anna said kindly. “Who did you come to see?”

“Daisy Hardy and Louise Dusk. We all know each other from years ago, but Louise and Daisy moved away. I haven't been able to see Daisy in months.”

If she lived in Sandbrook that seemed odd, Anna thought. If you ignored that she had been missing. But what struck her more was the fact that she hadn’t heard about Louise. But, then, neither had Daisy until Ellie had told her, and she was in Broadchurch when it had happened. “Where's your family?”

“Back home. I don't know. If I'm lucky, they told the police I was missing six months ago.”

“Six months?” Ann Strickler blurted out.

Anna continued, keeping her voice calm and even. “Your name has popped up on our system. According to our reports you’ve only been missing for six weeks. Your parents said you’d gone to work on a farm. Where were you if not on a farm?”

“Trapped. Locked in a house,” Hailey choked. “I escaped a month ago.”

“Where have you been since then?”

“I hid, walked a lot, and got a lift from a truck driver. His name was Alfie. He won’t get into trouble, will he? He was very kind to me. Told me he’d seen my picture on a milk carton and told me to call my mum and tell her I was safe. But his battery was flat. I begged him to get me to Broadchurch and said I had family here. Friends count as family, don’t they?”

Anna nodded. “Yeah. They do. Really good ones. How long have you known Louise and Daisy?”

“Since we were tiny. We used to pretend we were cousins. And then Pippa died and then we had to split up and go to different schools. It’s not fair.”

“No, you’re right. It’s not fair,“ Anna agreed. “But life is full of knocks, even adults get disappointments. Like when someone goes missing and they’re sitting at home waiting for news and it doesn’t come, or worse they get bad news. Do you understand?” she asked gently.

Hailey nodded and then answered aloud.

“Tell me about this house you were trapped in. Where is it?”

“In Sandbrook, Along West Street flats.”

“How did you end up there?”

“This local man; Goddy, he’s called. His real name’s Godavari. I really liked him and he asked me out. He’d been flirting with me and giving me presents, so I thought why not? Even though he’s much older. Then he had me try things, like shoplifting. I was arguing with my mum and dad, stupid stuff, so I was willing to do a bit of rebelling. I knew it was wrong.” She lowered her gaze. “I got a thrill from it because I wasn't caught.”

Anna glanced at her seconder’s notes. “You did it at Godavari’s request?”

“About five times.”

“Did you and him ever do anything else? Drugs, alcohol, sex?”

“No...! Not a first,” she admitted at length. “He gave me a drink. I don’t know what it was. He had it in a bottle of water. It tasted slightly sweet and made me feel light-headed. I threw up so he took me to his house to wash my clothes and dry them afterwards. While we were waiting we had sex,” she admitted. “I told him we shouldn’t coz I was only sixteen. What if I got pregnant. He seemed to think it was a joke, but I couldn’t leave coz he had all my clothes. Anyway, I got dressed and he invited me to a party at what he said was a friend's house. I went with him, was having a good time, but then... I remember being handed a drink and remember phoning my mum to say I’d got a job at a farm, living in. The next thing I knew I was in a room with six other girls. I didn't know any of them. Some of them I knew had been missing. I tried to get out, but the door was locked and the windows were nailed down. I tried banging on the doors, but no one came. One of the others told me the room was soundproofed so no one could hear us. Some time later, I don’t know what time it was, we were all separated into different rooms. I ended up in a room with just a bed. There wasn't even a window.”

“What happened?”

“Someone came, a man I didn’t know. He held me down on the bed and had sex with me. He called me a bad girl and pulled my hair and slapped me. He hurt me,” she sobbed.

“Do you know his name?”

“Wait, please,” the social worker snapped. She turned to Hailey. “Remember what I said.”

Hailey looked at her. “You don’t run my life!” she shot back. “I will tell the police everything so stop telling me what to say and do!”

Anna glanced at her seconder and a had the feeling she was thinking the same thing. Go Hailey Bridgewater. Neither of them said anything.

Hailey wiped her eyes. “There was a new man every couple of hours, day and night, sometimes two at a time. I don’t know their names. Sometimes they filmed it, like it was a movie. Sometimes they treated me really nicely. Others were cruel. We were moved around from room to room, but none of us ever left the house. I once overheard them talking to a new girl, telling her that they'd never be caught because they had someone connected to the police, covering their tracks. And it wasn’t illegal because it wasn’t a brothel. We weren’t getting paid. The girl shouted out that we were being used as sex slaves, and slavery was illegal. I heard someone hit her, heard her screaming. They kept on hitting her until she went quiet. I never heard her after that.”

Anna and Ann shared an alarmed glance. This was sounding like a parent's worst nightmare. Ann asked the obvious question. “How did you get here if you were locked in?”

Hailey needed a moment. “About a month ago when they brought food – oh that’s Jules, bald head, build like a bodybuilder and a tattoo of a woman on the back of his neck, and Shrew, skinny, black greasy hair, they brought food and water, took us to the loo at set times. I told them that I was... good at shoplifting? I said Goddy could vouch for me. Well, they decided they wanted me to get something they needed, but they would have to wait for the boss to get back. Only Goddy didn’t turn up, I think they meant Goddy, so they thought I was lying. I told them I wasn’t. Anyway, they took me downstairs and there was a party on. They were bringing new girls in. I hadn't fought them since I arrived so they must have thought I was accepting my place. But it was crowded and they couldn't be as close to me as they liked. Jules, he suggested the kitchen since no one was in there. It was pitch-black outside, so it had to be night. They bolted the hallway door and left me there. I went through all the cupboards and found some bread and jar of jam. I stuffed them into my pockets and under my jumper and then found a backpack. It was full of our stuff, mobile phone, purses, ID, tonnes of stuff taken from the girls up stairs. So I took it and put the bread and jam in that. The back door was locked and there was no key, but the window didn’t have a lock. So I climbed out and pushed the window shut, I wiggled it until the handle dropped enough to stop it from opening. And then I made a run for it.”

“Why didn't you go home?”

“I tried, but we were always told that our parents didn’t want us, that they all thought we were working or had left home. One girl escaped while out shoplifting and ran home. They went after her... She’s under the stairs. At least she was. When she started to smell they buried her in the garden. I was afraid they'd catch me like they did her. I didn't know if Mum and Dad would be able to protect me, or if they’d just hand me over to the police!”

“Why would they do that?”

“Coz I’m a prostitute. Aren’t I? I mean I’m not walking the streets, but that is what I am. That’s what they turned me into.” Hailey lifted her elbows onto the edge of the table and hid her face in her hands and cried.

Anna touched her arm. “It's okay. Take your time.” She offered her some tissues and watched her dab her eyes and cheeks and blow her nose. “How did you meet Alfie?”

Hailey took several breaths to recover enough control to speak. “I moved around a bit, trying to hide. It was the following afternoon after I escaped I came near where Daisy lives. I happened to see her walking from school. It was far enough away from everything else that I risked calling out to her. She gave me a big hug and asked me what happened. I told her in a hurry, and... I think she had a clue what was going on because she looked terrified.”

“Why do you think she knows something?”

“She knew which house it was before I finished describing it. Someone must be working on her, but she's too smart. I think it's her dad's influence. She told me to wait for her at the park, that she'd get me something to help. The thing is I knew she was walking with her brother and had him play a little. I came out and she gave me some money, a bag with some clothes of hers, a box of hair dye and food, and she gave me her mobile number.”

“Daisy Hardy’s number?”

“Yes. She said she almost never uses it, and she was right, because I’ve tried phoning it a couple of times and I haven’t got through. Said she was leaving for a holiday in the morning with her mum and brother and would be meeting up with Louise in Broadchurch. She said her mum had business here with her real dad and she said she'd text me as soon as she had a moment to tell me exactly where she was. She said we’d be safe here and far enough away from Sandbrook that no one would know us. I asked her how and she said her dad was in Broadchurch, that he would help.

“She told me to get here as quickly as I could, but it’s taken me a bit. I walked most of the way. Stole food where I could. I used the hair dye in a public toilet near Epsom. Daisy sent me a text saying she’d arrived, but her mum’s boyfriend had come with them, some trouble at work. She said her mum keeps taking her phone. She told me she was staying at a hotel called Trader’s. And I got another one the following day with a mobile number. No idea who’s it is. I let the phones in the backpack ring, never answering any of them except mine.”

“What phones?” Anna put in.

Hailey froze, but slowly she unfolded her arms from around the backpack and lifted it onto the table. She opened it, the zip of the main pocket almost opening the entire thing. And inside were dozens of phones, wallets and purses.

“Who do these belong to?” Anna asked.

“The girls in the house,” Hailey replied.

“Do you know their names?”

Hailey shrugged. “Only some of them.” She listed as many as she could recall and the list ran to twenty-three. “I switched them all off and just kept mine on, just in case Daisy texted me again, but she never did. I kept it on silent. I got worried and went to the truck stop looking in the bins for food. And this bloke, Alfie, saw me. I thought he was going to call the police. I told him where I was going and begged him to get me here. He said he was taking electrical supplies to Exeter so he dropped me off at Bridport, told me to talk to no one until I got to where I was going. I walked the rest of the way.”

“You must be exhausted,” Anna spoke.

Hailey shrugged. “Please, you have to hide me. They can't find me,” she begged.

The social worker leaned in. “Hailey, we can put you in a safe place here. I can find you a foster-.”

Hailey’s face hardened. “No! Not you. I’m not going anywhere with you!” She looked at Anna. “Please? Can’t you keep me here? I’m safe here. Where’s DI Hardy?”

That lost look made Anna feel like her heart was being ripped apart. On the one hand, the girl was on the run from a terrifying situation and needed to be protected. On the other hand, she also had three outstanding charges of shoplifting to face. “Yes. We'll keep you here, and we'll find a way to help the others, Anna replied. “Do you have an address for the house?”

“You’ve got to get Daisy away from her step-dad first,” Hailey insisted.

“Why is that?”

“Because he’s the man Goddy takes the money to,” Hailey revealed. She began to sag with exhaustion then. “He’s never been to the house. He has Goddy to run it for him. I heard him on the phone to him once, told him that it was doing well on its first night, caught six girls in one go. I don’t think Daisy knows what goes on there. But she does know the house.”

Broome and Stickler exchanged a worried look.

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To be continued...

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