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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.



Episode 4, Part 9: Falling Into Place

“Why?” Ellie questioned aloud. “Why were the girls chosen?” She was beseeching inanimate objects, but it was better than beseeching nothing at all. Although she would rather have had someone answer.

Everyone else had gone home. Her husband was still in the super’s office. She hoped he’d thought of the kids. Actually, she needn’t worry on that score. Unlike Joe, Alec was not a man to walk out on his responsibilities. He had never so much as left the twins in the bath on their own. She knew they were safe, whoever had them. Her sister had finally got her act together and she knew from seeing her with Olly when he was small that Lucy was good with children.

Not everyone was the same. She brought to mind a memory of Bruce Stratton with his children. Well, his son and Daisy. And Daisy was nearly eighteen. Alec hadn’t abandoned her, either. Not through choice. He had been forced to walk away when she was thirteen, had lost contact. Ellie tried to remain neutral on that point, but she had to wonder if it had been deliberate on Tess’ part.

And then there was Ben. She had seen the pain in Alec’s eyes every time someone mentioned him or he saw the boy. He ached to be the boy’s father. But the DNA test had been the final proof that his wife had cheated on him. Not that he had needed it. Ben had been the stake to his heart. She’d seen the boy. Ben didn’t look anything like Stratton. In fact, she’d go so far as to say he looked the split of Harry - barring the features she contributed. She wondered what else Tess had taken from him, just to wave as ammunition under his nose. Maybe that was why she had come to Broadchurch?

That brought to mind the locket. What was Daisy’s locket doing in their driveway next to a dead body? Ellie could not believe for a second that Daisy was the killer. But what had Hardy said last time? Trust no one. She had to be objective, not subjective. Her instincts told her that her husband was innocent and Daisy was just as innocent. Her instincts were good, but she needed to back those up with hard evidence, not supposition or opinion. Especially not opinion.

Ellie’s thoughts and attention kept coming back to the selfie photo, unable to shake off the feeling that she had seen the man in the background before. But even more so the girl. But where. Ellie turned her head, trying to work out why she looked so odd. And then it came to her. It was Trevor Medley. Trevor was holding the girl’s hand. So, why was she looking so frightened? Did she know something what was coming?

And her line of sight - Ellie used a ruler to check - she wasn’t looking at the girls in the foreground. She was looking at the camera. Pleading. Like a message from the grave. Brian often said that a body was a silent witness. But could she really apply it to a photograph? Was the girl even dead?

There was something about the girl’s face that turned Ellie’s blood cold. And then it came to her. Ellie opened her drawer and took out the Broadchurch murder file. Inside on top was photo of the four girls and she finally made the connection. The girl in the background was Pippa Gilespie. Date and time of the smartphone picture was August 3 2006, timestamp 15:58. An hour after the girl had been reported missing and six hours before she was found dead. This had to have been the last time she was seen alive.

“Oh my god!” Ellie cried. She pushed to her feet, staring at the photograph in horror. She was vaguely aware of the heads of the cleaner and Frank popping back for some paperwork turning in her direction, but she couldn’t make her eyes move. “Oh my god!” she said all the louder. She finally tore her eyes away, aware now of colleagues moving towards her, ready to offer help, thinking she was ill. “Where’s the Chief Super?” she demanded, snapping up the photos.

“Still in the interview,” Frank replied. “You can’t go in there!” he called out as Ellie began to run.


“We still don’t know what connects Karen to Hardy,” Olly spoke in frustration. He glanced at his watch. “Midnight. We’re now into day two and no closer to establishing that.” Or is it day three? He could no longer remember.

“We’ll get there. One more box to go through,” Maggie replied. Her confidence had no faltered.

Olly shovelled the remnants of a sandwich into his mouth and brushed the crumbs from his hands. He helped to gather up the sheets and photos and paper cuttings into a tidy pile and tucked them back into the folder before placing them back into the document box. There was one more filesafe box left. And it felt like an uphill struggle to even face going through another one.

He took a breath, squared his shoulders and lifted off the lid. Twelve document boxed all sat there with their label windows filled in and facing the ceiling. One caught his attention. He frowned and looked at it more closely. “Leatherhead?”

Mick slowly smiled. “My piece de resistance,” he announced. “This is where Karen comes in.”

“I wonder if that’s where Hardy was before he worked at Sandbrook?” Maggie wondered.

Olly opened the box and lifted out the first file. It was labelled JOYCE DAILY CASE FILE on the front. It was meant to be the last box of documents on DI Hardy. But there was a problem. Olly couldn’t find his voice.

“I called the police station just to verify that it was genuine,” Mick spoke. “I asked them if they had a DI Hardy.”

“Who’s Joyce Daily?” Maggie asked.

Olly read the brief. “Young girl, aged nine, found floating in the River Mole in Leatherhead, in April 1998. The case is still open. The murderer was never found.” He frowned. “This isn’t Hardy’s handwriting.”

“Exactly,” Mick agreed. “I had that box made for you. They’re all copies, the Press coverage is at the back. Might want to note of the name of the journalist assigned to that case. I had a feeling you’d want it, but I wanted to see your faces when I gave it to you. If you hadn’t come all the way up here, I would have driven all the way down.”

Maggie and Olly lifted their eyes from the papers and looked at each other. “We have to get back to Broadchurch quickly before Karen makes her next move and destroys a man, his family and his career.”

Olly nodded in agreement. They had amassed a huge amount of information and material. He hoped Maggie’s boot was big enough.

Then he paused. “But don't we need to get all the information Aunt Ellie asked for?”


Miller knocked and entered hurriedly. “Sir, I am very sorry, but you have to see this.”

“Interview suspended at 12:17 am.” Elaine pressed stop on the recording and turned to Ellie. “What have you found?”

“It’s been staring at us in the face all this time,” Ellie spoke, approaching the desk to slide two photographs across the table. The one on her right was the four girls stuffed, laughing, into the shower cubical. The one on her left was the selfie the three girls had taken in Sandbrook High Street. She was out of breath, but she rushed straight to the point. “This is the link between Sandbrook and Broadchurch.”

“It’s the same girls,” Elaine recognised.

“Yes, but that’s not my point. It’s the man in the background.”

“That’s Bruce Stratton and that’s Godfrey Ghosh,” Hardy identified at once.

“No!” Ellie forced out in frustration. “Him, in the background,” she pointed. “Recognise him?”

Even Hardy leaned closer. “That’s... It is. It’s Trevor Medley.”

“Yes, and do you see who’s with him?” Ellie prompted.

“My god, that’s Pippa Gilespie,” Sandra noted. It was the first thing she had said since the interview had started.

“That’s why the girls were targeted,” Ellie announced. “They were witnesses to Pippa’s abduction, even though they might not have known it at the time. And it’s been so long since that none of the girls would have remembered this photograph, stored on the very last page on Louise’s phone. They might not have recognised each other after all this time, and Daisy obviously does not recognise that this is the man would later become her step-dad.”

Hardy cringed involuntarily.

“And where does Sarah Wallace fit into this?” Elaine asked.

“That’s just it, sir. She doesn’t. She’s a plant,” Ellie replied. “Someone killed her as either a distraction or a test. Different method, different motive, and a different killer. I’m willing to stake my reputation on it. I think the killers know each other, but they are different people. Whoever killed Sarah didn’t kill Luiz and didn’t rape Louise and leave her for dead.”

“You’re sure it was rape?”

“As sure as I have ever been of anything in my life,” Ellie replied. “I think the autopsy should be done again. I think the killer deliberately made it look like consent, but it couldn’t have been consent because she would have been in the throws of a fatal allergic reaction. He might not have known that. Might have thought she was enjoying it.”

“So you think it was planned?”

“Definitely. This photo proves it. This is the first time the three girls would be in the same place at the same time.”

“But the third girl, Hailey, she’s not in Broadchurch,” Hardy point out.

“According to Chloe, Daisy said she was waiting for her two friends to arrive. Two. Not one. We know one of them was Louise. And if we know that then we have to assume Hailey was the second. I’m betting she will arrive within the next few hours,” Ellie outlined.

“Why the next few hours?” Elaine asked.

“Because Tess is due to go home the day after tomorrow,” Hardy recalled. “The hospital is preparing to move Ben by air-ambulance to their local hospital.”

“Sir, time is running out,” Ellie urged. “Daisy is the next target.”

“Oh god!” Hardy breathed. He had been thinking it, but until his wife had said it out loud he was wiling to ignore it as his imagination’s supposition. He didn’t want to face the reality. But here it was. “Louise didn’t even know she was a target. Daisy needs to be warned. Does she even know that her friend has died?”

“I told her,” Ellie replied. “Seems her mum kept the news back from her.”

“And neither of them knew why,” Hardy continued. He would thank her later, if he was allowed to ask about it. “Who looks at the backgrounds of their photographs?”

Elaine reached across the table to cover his hand with hers in a gesture of calm and comfort. He was close to exploding right now and that would be a bad thing. “Any other links?” she asked Ellie.

Yeah, though you’re not going to like it,” Ellie said. “The killer or killers were based at the Trader’s Hotel. The first murder at this point is a guess, because we don’t know where it happened, but she and her family were staying at the Traders’. The killer knew the layout of the area, probably did his research before coming down. The first killer had to have had access to Alec - sorry, DI Hardy’s - belongings. They know about police procedure and now how to avoid detection. I’ll put my neck on the line and say it was deliberate, to test Hardy’s detective skills. The second attack was at the Traders’. We still haven’t found Luiz Gotleib’s skirt yet. The third attack happened at the Seaview Bed And Breakfast, where most of the guests were moved to when the Traders’ was closed.”

“You have a hunch on who it might be?”

“Three hunches,” Ellie answered confidently. “And my husband’s not going to like any of them, but at least I can prove his innocence. Bruce Stratton, Tess Hardy and I’m sorry, but Daisy Hardy is also a suspect. I still need some time on Sarah’s murder. The evidence found with her isn’t adding up yet. The bus ticket is being traced and the...” She froze, finally noticing the gold object on the table. “Where did you get that locket? Why’s it out of the evidence bag?”

“This is the front of the locket,” Elaine replied. “It’s not broken. The two halves are magnetic. It’s been in DI Hardy’s pocket since the day he gave it to his daughter.”

Hardy was too numb to speak.

“Daisy Gemma Hardy, DGH,” Ellie pieced together. “For fuck sake, why didn’t I think of it?!” She shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, sir.”

“Not at all,” Elaine dismissed. “Does it clarify your hunch?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I suggest we go and being them in for questioning-”

“Not yet, sir,” Ellie cut in. “That would be the worst possible thing to do.”

Elaine was surprised by that. “And why is that?”

“Hailey Bridgewater is not safe. Until she is where we can see her, she is in danger. Godfrey Ghosh has a string of convictions as long as both our arms. He is also a suspect in the disappearance of Jessica Dicks.”

“I’ve read that file,” Sandra noted. “How does that relate to Hailey Bridgewater?”

“They’re friends, live next door to each other. And Daisy worked with Jessica part time at the PDSA shop in Sandbrook. They even went out with the same bloke, all three of them.”

“He jumped bail yesterday morning,” Elaine revealed. He indicated to the locket with one hand. “Any sign of the chain yet?”

“Not yet,” Ellie conceded. “If we had an idea of what it looked like we could ask around.”

“Nine carat solid gold Figaro chain, forty-six inches long,” Hardy recited. “A friend of mine made it. It’s one of a kind. It has a secondary chain above where the locket would hang, linking the two sides together, it in white gold with vine leaves in green gold, hugging a bunch of grapes in pink gold. It matches the front of the locket.” He turned the locket over to show them the design on the front. “The locket is not meant to be removed. Where did you find the back?”

Ellie was silent as she looked at her two superior officers. Elaine nodded and Ellie answered him. “It was found next to the body in our driveway.”

Hardy’s eye widened. “And you took me off the case?” he gasped at Elaine. “Damn it, I could have solved this weeks ago! The same day!”

“I understand your anger,” Elaine replied. “I’m angry, too. But we have to move forward with the investigation. We must use caution. Get people out there and shadow your suspects,” she told Ellie. “If they so much as sneeze I want to know about it. But until we have Hailey, we do not go in.”

“Sir, what about my daughter?” Hardy cut in. “She stuck in the middle of this, right in harm’s way.”

Elaine did not answer.

Hardy was angry and terrified, but he knew what was going on. It was as clear as glass. “First, you’re turning my daughter into a suspect. Now, you turning her into bait?!”


Hands placed a baby on the doorstep, illuminated by the dull silvery moon and a pale light from a streetlamp across the road. It didn’t cry. It just looked angelic. A shadow passed over it for a moment before pained footsteps stumbled away into the night.

Only then did the baby cry. But no one answered.


End of Episode

To be continued...


( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:47 pm (UTC)
I suspected Tess might have done the first one and set it up for Hardy to be the suspect. She must have friends in high places, and have a ton of venom in her. Her and Karen... two birds of a feather. She's also favoring one leg, meaning there's been some kind of injury to it. Crime analysis at the scene indicated that the perpetrator was backing away from the scene and tripped over something. They also suspect that it was a female. Add Alec's old shoes planted by their front door, which they never used, and that he had left at her house when he left... it's pretty good evidence. Where's the blood from the trip, though? If the leg and shoe got scraped up, there should have been some blood.

I've been suspecting Bruce for a long time already. He's really nasty (not like any lab tech I've ever come across), and he bullies his own "family." I'm wondering why he would have switched blood samples, though, when doing the paternity testing for Ben. It does seem that Ben may really be Alec's son. He's sure quiet about his own medical history, refused to test himself for paternity. Those actions would suggest he wanted to claim Ben, yet what he's doing screams that he knows Ben is not his.

That baby... Daisy's, isn't it? She wasn't having her period, she was in labor. Was she dropping it off at her Dad's house? I wonder if Bruce was abusing her. Alec will have an absolute fit if that's the case.

Edited at 2014-12-31 09:49 pm (UTC)
Dec. 31st, 2014 11:09 pm (UTC)
One more reviewer! :D

Stay tuned... You'll see.
Dec. 31st, 2014 11:15 pm (UTC)
You were updating so fast, this was the first chance I had to catch my breath!
Jan. 5th, 2015 05:41 pm (UTC)
Fast was updating on FFN. 65 "chapters". Whew!
Jan. 5th, 2015 05:45 pm (UTC)
Yes, I saw that as it was happening. My e-mail was inundated!
Jan. 3rd, 2015 03:05 am (UTC)
You're good. :)

If the shoe scrapped, then there wouldn't be any blood. But there is blood from the leg wound.

Stay tuned for that one.

And that one.
Jan. 5th, 2015 05:48 pm (UTC)
Hey, I try... I definitely had the perpetrator pegged in Broadchurch by the time we were halfway through, and immediately noted the change in cause of death between Broadchurch and Gracepoint.

Jan. 28th, 2015 05:30 pm (UTC)
Not to mention the murderer. Absolutely hated it. But I suspect from DT's point of view it helped with the mortgage. Otherwise, I doubt he would have done it.
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:54 pm (UTC)
Oh my Lord...I don't know what to think. I know Bruce has something to do with all this. Tess is part of it too.

Baby? Who's baby is that? And on who's doorstep?!

Oh poor Daisy. And Ben. Just...OMG.

Loved it.
Dec. 31st, 2014 11:10 pm (UTC)
I know. Stay tuned...
Jan. 1st, 2015 03:03 am (UTC)
i knew it was 2 killers and i bet it's a man and a woman bruce is my first suspect and no i don't think tess is a part of it well not one of the killers she's a bitch but not a killer i bet she knew something on bruce maybe even he can kill but it's more complicated or i'm just paranoid who knows

ben is hardy's son for me there's no doubt

it's official i'm obsessed with it pleaseeeeeeee the next episode BYE

Jan. 3rd, 2015 03:07 am (UTC)
Stay Tuned, as tkel says. This is going to be very painful.

Happy New Year. More coming soon. :D
Jan. 3rd, 2015 05:04 am (UTC)
Obsessed? Then we did our job. :D

Stay tuned!
Jan. 3rd, 2015 05:24 pm (UTC)
Definitely obsessed. Me too! :D

Baby is Daisy's.

Karen is one of the killers.

Bruce is too obvious.

No idea otherwise! :D :D
Jan. 5th, 2015 05:41 pm (UTC)
Ooh... You're the first to think that. I like it. :D
Jan. 5th, 2015 04:05 pm (UTC)
I agree, Bruce would be kinda obvious, but I wouldn't mind him being one of the killers. (If he isn't, can we send him to jail anyway to get rid of him? Pretty please?)

Love the part, especially the 'the killer was hidden in the background' trick *claps* But now I'm genuinely worried about Daisy!
Jan. 5th, 2015 04:07 pm (UTC)
I think by now most would be happy with that. You'll see.

Keep reading... (And yes, I'll get your latest back to you this week!)
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