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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 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.

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



Episode Three, Part Five: Intolerant Poeple

Ellie hated having to inform families of bad things. In a sense, Beth's running onto the beach and seeing Danny's shoes had taken that out of her hands. Did not mean it was any less painful. That she knew the victim had seemed exponentially worse.

Although this case was threatening to take the place as the worst of her career, she could at least maintain a detached focus. She had to sit with DC Anna Broome whom she had to work with for interviews and anything else where she had to have a partner. They were in Becca's hotel, sitting in the public bar for what privacy they could have while keeping the witnesses as calm as possible under the circumstances. Upstairs was still sealed off with ‘police do not cross’ tape, but the pub itself was open, though no one was in. Still, it was better then having this discussion at the busy and peopled B&B.

Sitting before her was the first victim's family. John Wallace was an army engineer. He had only brought his family to Broadchurch for a day out while he was on compassionate leave having lost his father. Now he had lost so much more. Sitting on the bench beside him was his younger daughter, Daley. At thirteen she already had the same build as her sister, but her face was still prepubescent. His wife, Samantha, sat in a chair, he hands in her lap, was a seamstress with a repairs and alterations shop. All three sat numbly, having already been contacted by an officer who went around talking with guests to see if anyone could ID the first girl. It was bad enough that they had had their daughter cruelly killed, but to then be told they couldn’t ID the body, but that dental records were needed just made the entire nightmare twice as bad.

Mr. Wallace, what brought you to Broadchurch?” asked Ellie.

He swallowed. “My dad... died a month ago. Cancer.”

Ellie sucked in a breath. Her partner closed her eyes. “We're very sorry,” Ellie said.

Wallace nodded a little. “I had to wait to go on compassionate leave. I'm an engineer with the army. The girls always wanted to go to the seaside, so I set aside a day. Cleaning out my dad’s house has been stressful on us all.

Did Sarah know anyone in Broadchurch?”

Wallace looked at Daley. “I don't think so, but she seemed to make friends wherever she went.”


Daley answered, softly. “Maybe it was Mariana, Dad?”

Shshsh,” Wallace stressed. “We don’t talk about that.”

We might have to, John,” his wife put in.

What aren't you talking about?” Ellie asked. “If there is a detail that could help us find who killed you daughter, then it’s important that we know about it.”

Wallace’s face tightened and then he nodded, looking ashamed.

Sarah has a friend,” Samantha spoke. “One that we totally do not approve of. We told her we’d never give her permission, not as long as we lived, but she reckons it’s real love. But I’ve told her was it was - filth. It’s all innocent at first bat that girl drew my daughter in, filled her head with all that nonsense. It’s like a cult.”

Ellie was confused. “Cult?

There was a long silence. John glanced at Samantha and they seemed reluctant to voice the shame.

Sarah told up last year that she was gay,” he blurted out. “I told her I could accept anything, drink, drugs, crime, her telling us she was pregnant. But not that. It’s vile. She said she had no choice in the matter. I told her she had every choice; don’t act on it. Be normal. But she’s been seeing this girl. We tried stopping her.

Ellie stared at him like he was something from the dark ages. She supposed intolerance still existed, but she hadn’t ever expected to see it to this extent. “What’s her friend’s name?”

Friend!” he grated. “They only know each other through Facebook! For all she knows, it’s some perverted middle-aged bloke with a flat full of porn!”

They have met,” Samantha corrected. “She came to the house. I told her we don’t allow that sort in our house. She and Sarah stood out in the rain for twenty minutes. When my daughter came in she was wet through and angry. I told her, that’s a good sign that she wouldn’t like it on the outside. She should come inside and forget the stupidity.”

It’s probably her who killed her,” John supposed. “They wanted to get married. The day I came home for my dad’s wake, she told me that girl asked her to marry her. I flat out refused. She’s sixteen, for gods’ sakes. She’s not a prostitute amd certainly not one of them! She probably followed us down here and killed her.”

May we see her things?” Ellie cut in. She’d heard enough. She doubted she would get anything sensible from the family. The dad was full of anger and the mother couldn’t stop crossing herself. Religious and cultural respect where it was due, but this was impeding a murder inquiry. Maybe there's something that will tell us who this other girl is.”

Wallace motioned to a bag by one of the chairs. It was a standard suitcase, soft-bodied with an extendable handle. “That and the blue backpack are hers. She did keep pulling out a letter when we weren't looking. I thought it was from a boyfriend, but the name at the bottom definitely isn’t a boy’s name. It’s in the inside pocket, and I’m sorry, but I should warn you, it’s vulgar.

Ellie stood up, moving the suitcase onto one of the tables.

Does she not have male friends?” Anna asked.

Lots of friends,” Samantha replied. “She’s very popular.

And when did you arrive in Broadchurch?”

The day she went missing. We hadn’t been here long, just a couple of hours,” Wallace explained. “Goodness knows what my CO’s going to think. I’ll be court-martialled for being AWOL.”

And where were you?” Ellie asked as she opened the case and examined the typical wear of a teenager. Leggings, t-shirts, bikini, everything you’d expect a sixteen year-old to have. Donning a pier of gloves she felt around for the ‘vulgar’ letter. She found it in a lilac envelope, written on lilac paper.

I this the letter you were referring to?” Ellie asked and read it out. “’Hi, Sarah. Can’t wait for Saturday. We can go shopping and get a bite to eat at Nero’s. They have a chocolate cake I want to try. Meet me at the bus stop on New Street, by the station, at 10am. We’ll go and see a movie and have a giggle in the back row. On the way back, we can walk along the canal and hold hands. I promise to get you home before it gets dark. Love you, Mariana.’”

Wallace took one very brief look at it and shuddered. “That’s the one.”

Nothing vulgar in that, sir,” Ellie told him lightly.

Do you remember where you were at the time she went missing? Anna asked. “And what about and your daughters' whereabouts?”

We had dinner here, at this table,” Daley choked. “We went upstairs to watch television, because we were tired after a long day, and Sarah went outside for a cigarette.

Where did she get the cigarettes from?” Ellie asked casually as she returned the case to it’s former location and began on the backpack.

I sometimes allow her one of mine,” Wallace admitted. I know it’s illegal to buy and sell them to under eighteens. I waited until she was sixteen, told her to make an informed choice. And I let her try one. She’d only had three in her life.”

Not one of your proudest achievements, if I might say so, sir?” Anna commented.

Wallace hung his head in shame. “I realise that.”

What about the young woman Sarah befriended when you arrived?” Ellie put in as she went through the backpack. It was filled with stuff you’d need for a long car journey, nothing more.

Wallace blinked suddenly. “Wait, yes. There was one. Didn't Sarah talk some with another guest?”

Yeah, a woman and her daughter, Samantha recalled.

Can you describe them?” Ellie prompted.

Wallace closed his eyes. “Tall, light brown hair, daughter looked a bit sickly, maybe 16 years old. The mother was about my age. I'm 46, for the record. I don't guess women's exact ages. A man can't win that one.”

Ellie had to smile sadly, recalling something along the same lines Alec once said about women asking for a man's opinion on her clothing. She also instantly recognised who Wallace was talking about. “Were they on their own?”

She had a man with her, and a boy,” Samantha replied. "He seemed to try to stay out of their way, especially the man's.”


I don't know. He just seemed that way. I remember thinking he seemed so sad for someone on holiday, and it wasn't right for someone that young to be that way.”


To be continued...

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