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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.

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 this time LJ required THREE posts for one part. Come on, people!



Episode Three, Part Nine A: His Heart’s Not In It

Mark opened the door to find Hardy standing on the threshold.

Do you have a minute?

Mark, thought confused, nodded and opened the door wider to let him in. He wondered if it was plumbing he needed. The bathroom and kitchen he’d installed was covered by a ten-year guarantee. But, surely Hardy would have phoned if it had been that. “Not a professional call, I take it? he noted.

Not really, no, Hardy admitted, standing like a loose end in the living room had had not changed since he had first set foot in it two years before. It felt as if time had not moved, that the family still lived in that moment, that hour - the day their lives had been shattered.

Though there was one difference, standing in the centre of the room, looking up at him with large round eyes. So, this was Christopher Latimer. He and Ellie had had little contact with the Latimers since those events. And it was obvious Beth still laid some of the blame for what happened at Ellie’s feet. As he watched her pluck the boy up and back away with him, Hardy had to assume she had shifted a fair portion of it to him vicariously. No matter what Paul thought.

He said nothing. There would be healing; soon, he hoped, but he would not defend himself. And he knew Ellie wouldn’t. She still cried at night. But he would spare them that, in case they held it against her.

What can we do for you?” Mark asked.


Mark held out a patient hand to Beth.

I need some perspective, some clarity, Hardy began. I found myself at the church, but didnt find it.

Mark held back a smirk. “If you didn’t find it there, what makes you think you’ll find it here?”

Hardy released a slow breath. Ouch. “I just... Well, Paul suggested you’d be the person to understand. Just in case you haven’t heard the rumours. I’ve been removed from the murder investigation. I’m too close to one of the victims.” He left it at that. “I have a daughter their age and one of the victims was her friend; a girl I’ve known since they were not much older than Christopher.” Hardy noticed Beth tightening her grip on her son as if she thought Hardy was a threat, that he was here to take our son as he had, in a sense, taken Danner from her. “I understand what you think about me, what you feel about me,” he told her. “But I’m not here as a policeman. I’m here as a parent, Beth. I’m facing the possibility that my daughter could be the next Danny Latimer,” he explained.

Youre sharing case details with the public, Mark realised. Isnt that against the police code of conduct or something?

Like I said, I’m not on the case, Hardy replied. Been relieved of duty. It looks bad because one of them was found in my driveway, and even worse because the evidence points to me. I’m too close to it. My daughter’s friends are being murdered and she could be next and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel or think or do. I’m a policeman, died in the wool, born, bred and raised a copper, but there’s nothing in the training or the handbook for this. And I can’t do anything to prevent it.”

Why not? Beth asked flatly. The police are supposed to help prevent crime, arent they?

Thats just it. Without proof, without an attack on my daughter, its all just circumstantial supposition.”

Id heard of one murder? Mark frowned. “A girl at the hotel. But you’re talking like there’s been more than one.”

Three girls are dead, Hardy replied. “One of them under suspicious circumstances. And I know I shouldn’t be talking to you about it, but I believe I can trust you not to say anything. For what it’s worth, neither of you are suspects.”

Theres been no mention of it in the papers.

No, Hardy shook his head. After what happened with Danny’s case we felt that it was best to keep a lid on it.” He saw Mark nod in acceptance and agreement. “And I had a tip-off from a source that’s been reliable in the past that my daughter could be next, he continued. But I cant act on it. And I cant protect her. I can’t even see her or speak to her.”

Why not? Mark asked.

Her mother, my ex. She blocked all contact. She took my daughters phone and Daisy can only get to it when her mother isnt looking. If I could at least know shes all right, but I couldn’t guarantee that the answers would be from Daisy.”

Where is she? Beth asked.

Shes here, on holiday, Hardy explained. “Beyond that I’m just guessing. And I still can’t get close enough to talk to her without my ex and her new partner getting between us.”

Are you asking for us to do it?” Beth wondered. “Because the answer would be no. I’m not getting involved.”

Beth, Mark glowered. The mans asking for help, parent to parent. For gods sake if he had been asking us to do this to find Dannys killer sooner, Id have thrown myself at it and so would you.”

Ill do it.

A voice from the bottom of the stairs cut in.

On to 9b...

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