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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. And LJ was being a right pain about posting limits.

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Previously...

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They came out of the office and marched to the Scene Of Crime lab. Brian was expecting them. Louise Dusk’s phone was on the table in front of him, plus a couple of other bagged items.

She had little on her. An epi-pen lid was on her pocket, but the pen is missing. She had ten pounds in English currency, plus another twenty Euros. The phone is fairly new, only has her fingerprints on it. She didn't have many contacts and hasn't bothered to put in her own information. Just six contacts. Her parents - mobile numbers and work numbers; a number belonging to a ‘Hans’ from Berlin, possibly a boyfriend given one of the emails we spotted, they met on facebook, and three friends. But one number has never been dialled.”

Which number?”

He checked his notes and finishing copying on a spare paper. “The mobile of a Pippa Gilespie.”

Sandra blinked. “The Pippa Gilespie?”

Brian quickly jotted the last part down and nodded. “The other number has many calls, so I have no clue why she has a number that was reassigned about two years ago to someone else.” He handed the paper over, which had all of the numbers and names as listed in the contacts. “But the name rang a bell when I saw it.”

It should,” Jenkinson commented as she looked at the name.

He looked at her with narrowed eyes.

She looked back up in answer to his silence. “That was the name of one of the Sandbrook girls.”

Brian straightened. “Well, I suppose this might help confirm ID. Although the family have already confirmed that. I’m guessing you’re here for the name of the other contacts,” he said.

Yes,” Elaine replied.

Hailey Bridgewater and Daisy Hardy.”

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Out in the corridors, Hardy walked quickly through the building and no one spoke to him. Which was just as well, because he probably would have ripped their heads off. He flat-palmed the entrance doors and descended the steps, barely able to keep it together as he went. He crossed to his car, opened it and got inside. Once he had shut the door, the dam broke.

He wept loudly.

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The case meeting was long. It didn’t necessarily drag, but there was a lot to take in. Ellie had had half an hour to go through Luiz’s case file. It had far more in it than Sarah’s. And now there; was another to add to it. Louise. The poor girl had to have been watched from the minute she arrived in the town. Victim Support was with her family for now. Not that that was much comfort.

SOCO Brian took the floor for at least half of the meeting. It was odd seeing him out of his whites. And a fare portion of what followed was from a criminal psychologist. It was like sitting in on a court case and the judge was summing up.

First autopsy results on Sarah Wallace; severe bruising to the face, strangulation and several stab wounds to the torso. The thing is, any one of them could have killed her, but it was the strangulation that ended her life. She had to be IDd through dental records. Even the family didn’t recognise her. That meant there was a frenzy of trying things out, testing their own nerve, almost. But that’s not the end of the testing. The killer went to a lot of trouble to kill this girl, and went to even more trouble to make sure she was found. It seems deliberate that she was placed exactly where a police officer would find it. The killer either knows the area or knows who lives at the location. We still don’t know where she was killed, but the body was moved, indicated by the drag marks in the driveway and the condition of the body. She was folded up and placed in a tight upright space for six hours before being dumped. No fingerprints, no fibres, no bodily fluids and no skin beneath the victim’s nails, but plenty of planted evidence. And a bus ticket from Finch Lane was dropped near the scene. Might have been wind-blown, but the first body was found at the address in Finch Lane.That means the killer is of light build, cunning, devious and knows exactly what we would be looking for. Either they or the girl may or may not have been on the 42 bus from Bridport. The only biometrics we have is a drop of blood found by the tree root and a tiny sample of skin found on the broken gate latch. We’re still awaiting the results of DNA tests on those. But we’re looking for is a woman, knowledgeable of police procedures, who picked her victim at random. But, she’s injured, possibly quite badly.

And the second murder?” Elaine prompted.

There’s a lot more I can say on this one,” he continued. He pinned a picture of Luiz Gotleib onto a fresh section of the board. She was abducted from the Traders’ Hotel, Room 15, while brushing her teeth. The only way to have got her out of the building without being seen is via the fire exit around the back, the door of which can be opened from either side. The skin samples collected from under the nails will take a week to confirm the DNA results. We have only the sock to go on. It was shoved quite far back into her mouth, preventing her from screaming, but she was still able to breathe. She put up a fight, lost her shoe on the back stairs, but ultimately was bettered by superior strength. Bruises were found on her arms where her arms were forced and held behind her back. She died of horrendous internal injuries, specifically uterine tearing, which is often a non-survivable injury. She bled to death, rendering finding any genetic residue of her killer impossible. We are still looking for her skirt; sky blue with a printed white flower on it. We need that found. It may hold vital evidence. We have found no connection at all between Luiz Gotleib and the other two victims.

Ellie had an answer. “There isn’t one.”

Sarah Wallace had no connections to the photograph or to the girls in it, even if it was found in her back pocket, Sandra put in.

I suspect it was planted on the body, as a dare,” the psychologist suggested. “The woman who killed the first girl is arrogant in order to hide a deep resentment and dent in her confidence. She’s in a corner and is attempting to provoke the police, to test the officer’s skills. From the second girl; we know this girl was raped, brutally rupturing her internal organs. A massive internal haemorrhaging from a tear in her womb sealed her fate. She was most definitely attacked by a man, heavily built, tall with size twelve shoes. This man has a commanding presence, a confidence bordering on arrogance and only cares about himself. He’s hiding something. He’s afraid that something is going to come out and he will stop at nothing to keep it a secret. ID found in the girl’s pocket confirmed her as Luiz Gotleib, a German national. It was a brutal and hurried killing, desperate to get it over with as much as keep her silent, but he was disturbed before he could finish the job. Looking at her picture and a picture of the third girl, this is only too obvious that she’s a case of mistaken identity. No doubt about it.” He pinned a picture of Louise Dusk underneath Luiz’s and continued. Only when Louise Dusk arrives, does he realise his mistake. The killer would have made steps to reassess his position and go after his intended victim. But he’s panicking now and makes even more mistakes. He’s still in the area and waiting for someone else.

There was a collective shudder around the room.

O’Malley, what’s the news from the Consulate so far?” Elaine asked.

A representative will be coming down this afternoon, sir,” Sandra replied. “It will take several days to file the paperwork with the German consulate and the foreign office. The family have requested the body be released so that they can go home. Their visas expire at the end of next week.”

Elaine turned to the psychologist. “Could we have prevented the third death?”

Third attack was inevitable,” he continued, only just keeping the accusatorial tone to himself. “This time, witnesses heard the girl scream and went to help, but the attack was hidden from view by the large bushes. Louise Dusk, who also lives in Germany, moved there several years ago. She is allergic to many types of plant and carried an epi-pen, but it’s missing. The lid was crushed and left in her pocket, perhaps the killer found it a sign of weakness, perhaps there is a resentment of medicine or medical matters. I think it was the last thing the killer did before leaving her to die. She was dragged from her hotel and into the bushes. But here’s the thing – he doesn’t use force. There was no bruising found on her. He wanted it to be as different from the previous act, either to throw the police off, or to prove to himself that she was willing and compliant. It means he might well be looking for a man in a troubled relationship where sexual gratification has been denied for some time.

The absence of bruising was confirmed by the pathologist, but it was not consensual. There are signs that she put up one hell of a fight,” Brian put in. “She died later in hospital. Despite a blow to the head and face, the cause of death was anaphylaxis. She was found lying in leaf litter, half covered. The girl’s mother said Louise was allergic to rhodedendrons. She would not have gone into the bushes willingly. But there’s something else. He stood up and took out an evidence bag containing a photograph from his own file and stuck it on the board next to the others. The two girls were practically identical. “This is Louise Dusk. Hardy came to me after the second girl was found and he confided in me that he had seen her before, but he couldn’t remember where. We have to assume the killer made the same mistake.

I think this confirms our suspicions that Luiz Gotleib was a case of mistaken identity.”

And my husband is vindicated,” Ellie added.

Elaine gave her an accepting look. “Where was this photograph found?”

It was inside the outer cover of her Blackberry,” Brian replied. “If the cover hadn’t fallen off the phone during Louise’s desperate struggle, no one would have known it was there.”

Ellie gazed at the collection of photos, thinking deeply. There was something missing. Something... People around her were continuing with the meeting, but there was something about the pictures.

Wait,” she called out.

Her voice cut through theirs as she stood up. She had a frightening thought in her head. Not running around or frantic of hectic. Just sat there like a glaring ogre.

Turn the pictures over.”

Miller?” Elaine queried.

There were four photographs, taken by one person, all copies of an original. Each of the girls was given one. Louise Dusk, Daisy Hardy, Pippa Gillespie and Haley Bridgewater. Pippa Gillespie had hers on her bedside table right up until she died five years ago. Louise died this morning with hers in her pocket. We have no idea where Haley Bridgewater is, she’s still missing, but I’m guessing she has this picture as well. The fourth girl is my stepdaughter. I thought she was in Sandbrook, but it's possible she’s here, in Broadchurch, on holiday. Where’s her copy of the photo?

Elaine took the pictures down and turned them over. Written on the back of each of the photos was a name in faded cartridge ink. The first, from Sarah’s jeans pocket, was crisp and fresh and bore the name Daisy Hardy. The second was from the Sandbrook case file and bore the name Pippa Gillespie. The third, inside the evidence bag, was Louise’s had her name on it, and was dog-eared and worn from being in a pocket for a long time.

Why didn’t anyone notice this before?” Elaine asked.

It’s faded,” Brian commented. “It would take someone who knew about it to know it was there. How did you know?”

Because my husband was there when the photograph was taken.” She quickly explained what he had told her about that daft afternoon. “He has the original, in his wallet.”

Ellie’s right. Perhaps it was premature of me to take him off the case,” Sandra spoke apologetically. “We could have known about this days ago.”

Too late to go back over that now,” Elaine responded. “We need to get a move on with finding out who knew about these photographs, and how he came to have Daisy’s. I want surveillance on the family. Make it covert. I don’t want them knowing they’re being watched. The town’s twitchy enough as it is. If the killer is dipping in and out of Broadchurch I want him stopped before he kills again. Ellie, go to Sandbrook and find out where Haley Thatcher moved to. Find out every definite, possible, plausible and vague link between them and the Sandbrook case. My instincts tell me it’s linked by more than an old photograph.”

And you’ll reinstate DI Hardy?” Ellie asked hopefully.

I’m sorry. I can’t. He’s too close to this. If we put all the cards on the table, Hardy is still a suspect.”

Ellie’s heart sank almost to her jaw.

Elaine did not react. “I’m already going against procedure keeping you on the case, as it is, Miller. But bag me that killer before he strikes again... and I’ll beg the top brass to reinstate DI Hardy. On my knees if I have to.”

Ellie was ready to protest again, but then her face paled. “Oh my God...”

What?” Sandra inquired.

It took a moment for Ellie to get the words out, words that she knew would chill the room.

If I'm right that he's being gaslit, then we may have to keep him in the dark about that for now. If the killers suspect for an instant that he knows... they might strike again. And closer to home.”

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To be continued...

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