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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 Seven: Awkwardly Going Along

Half way back to her desk, breakfast snarfed down and drowned in coffee, Ellie heard her name being called. PC Bob Daniels had finally caught up with her with a really big question.

“Mr. And Mrs. Wallace are wondering if they might be able to take their daughter’s body home for burial. And I’ve just spoken to Mr. Gotleib. His flight home is at 4pm. He says their visas run out tomorrow night. I said I would have to speak with you first.”

“Oh god,” Ellie muttered under her breath. “Today of all days."

“Really sorry,” he voiced contritely.

“Oh, not you, Bob,” she assured him. “It’s a long and complicated night. And Forensics haven’t got back to me yet, so I can’t even begin to tell you when the bodies can be released. Have you met the new pathologist?”

Bob nodded. “ A couple of weeks ago.”

“My god, she’s got the eyes of hawk! She found exactly what we were looking for with Louise Dusk, and didn’t need to do a second autopsy. Just looked at the body and had the answers. Brian told her the photograph found in Sarah Wallace’s pocket was at the wrong angle and couldn’t have been put there by the girl herself unless she had two wrists. She confirmed that Sarah’s Arms are too short and the photo could only have got there if someone else had put it there.”

Bob blinked. “You mean a plant?”

“Yeah. Like Broadchurch needed a weird clue like that. Did we have a sign up this summer, ‘murderers welcome, we need something to do’?”

“Bloody hope not.”

“Had to ask. Sorry, but we’re not done with the investigation yet,” Ellie said. “Ask Pete to go down with you. He can help with extending the Gotleibs’ visas. And I still need to interview Mr. Wallace again. He’s still a suspect until I’m certain otherwise.”

“Right you are,” Daniels replied.

She glanced at Hardy’s office and noticed him still sitting there, looking numb but making it look like he was busy. She knew she should take him home. Actually, she was sure he was in there waiting for her to ask him to take her home. When had she last slept?

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Pete Lawson was good at his job. Liaison Officer often included offshoots and oddments that were ordinarily, at least formerly, left undone. Years ago, police didn’t speak to the victim’s family, or tell them anything. And here he was; holding out freshly couriered visas.

“Sir, your visas have arrived.”

Mr. Gotleib nodded gratefully. In truth he would much rather be going home, with his daughter still alive. He and his remaining family had opted to remain at the bed and breakfast when everyone else returned to the Trader’s. He doubted they would ever return to England again after this. Just minutes before he had been worrying how they would get Luiz’s luggage home, or how much it would cost in excess fees and how much it was going to cost to get Luiz’ body home.

They had a week’s leeway to work it all out.

“Thank you,” he said. “But my wife and sons have decided to go home. They are taking Luiz’s things. I will stay and bring my daughter home. But first, you are finding her killer, yes?”

“We are following several promising leads, sir,” Pete said. “As soon as they catch the man responsible, I’ll let you know.”

The family looked like they were about to fall at his feet in gratitude.

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A few minutes later, Pete took a deep breath and rapped on the door of the mobile home being rented by the Wallace family. This one was going to be harder. As predicted, the Wallace family couldn’t understand why they couldn’t leave if they weren’t suspects. Were they suspects? Why couldn’t they go home and wait for Sarah’s body to be released? Surely that didn’t require them to be in Broadchurch?

He had no answers for them, except the usual selection of professionally-chosen, blunt statements.

“We are following several promising leads, sir,” he replied. “As soon as they catch the man responsible, I’ll let you know.”

The second he had recited the tired rhetoric, he realised it was a mistake. For one thing, there was no evidence for or against it being a man. And they knew, before he had finished speaking, that he was telling them the same waffle he had probably told hundreds of people before.\

“Actually, no, sir,” Pete replied. “We haven’t had that many murders in Broadchurch.”

He was very pleased to take his leave. Or, more accurately, make his escape.

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Christopher sat playing with his toys. He was singing little rhymes to himself, with just the odd word or word-like sound at various points along the tuneless tune. He stood up to observe his handiwork of mess and squatted down again. The ambience of his little world, unknowing that he was the centre of his mother’s.

He felt eyes on him and looked up. He smiled at the sight of his mum and gran. “Mummy mm da cat mm a mm dog a teddy,” he said

Beth understood every word. You’ve put the dog and teddy in the train?” she asked.

Christopher nodded and squatted down again to push the train around the circular track in front of him. “Choo-choo.”

Liz smiled at the sigh of her grandson, oblivious to how special he really was. She hoped Danny’s death wouldn’t make matters worse and leave Christopher spoilt or closeted.

“Caroline will be along shortly,” Beth breezed. Caroline Daniels was her health visitor. At Beth’s request she had been visiting her and Christopher at home. Caroline hadn’t minded at all. “Christopher needs weighing again. He’s growing out of everything.”

“Where's Chloe? Shouldn't she be home by now?”

“After last night, we've been having her text when she's leaving school, going somewhere, or with Dean. She just texted me. She's with Sonya and Chelsea, walking toward the police station.”

Liz folded her arms. “Is it safe?”

Beth shuddered. “I don't know. But I know Chloe's still scared. Everyone’s on edge. And Chloe and her friends are still going around in a group. And Chloe won’t go anywhere without at least one friend, usually two.”

“That’s just normal for teenage girls.”

Beth shook her head. “No, this is more than that. She normally refuses when we ask for extra calls or texts. This time she didn't even give a look of protest. Mum, all the girls her age are scared. But this thing DI Hardy asked her to do... that she offered to do, no less! It’s given her a bit more confidence, but... with this murderer going around... Maybe it just me. It's only been tourists so far, but what if there's another? What if the killer targets a local girl next? What if-?”

“Oh, god, don't voice it.”

“How can I not?” she choked. “After... After Danny, nothing seems truly secure anymore. And knowing that whoever it is this time has it in for Alec Hardy... I’ve heard rumours, Mum. They said he did it, but I don’t think he did. Every instinct I have tells ne he’s innocent, that he doesn’t have a bond in his body that’s capable of those things. Other people aren’t so sure.”

“That’s all that poor man needs,” Liz breathed. “With his bad heart, a ‘boo’ at the wrong moment will have him deader than your father. And you know it. How’s Mark coping?”

“He's also checking in on Chloe several times a day. I don't think he goes an hour without texting her every time she out of the house, and I must be doing the half hours between. And if she forgets to text back, we just fly into a panic. Like the night before last.”

“And she didn’t tell you off when you go into a rage?”

Beth shook her head. “When I saw her, the following morning, last night, this morning, whatever time it was, She just took it.”

Liz turned back to look at the toddler playing in innocence. “I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think this is worse for the town than...”

Beth was grateful that her mother could not finish that sentence, and yet she had no argument. The shock of Danny's murder had prevented a lot of additional paranoia, but this time there seemed to be no such protection. Everyone was frantic. “I didn’t want Chloe getting involved in DI Hardy’s business with his daughter. But... Chloe’s got her friends round her. Who does Daisy Hardy have? Chloe says she sits there like a little mum to him, never lets him out if her sight. That can’t be healthy. If Chloe’s scared. Hardy’s daughter is more scared than any of us.”

A knock sounded, startling them.

Beth recovered first, shaking her head and silently chiding herself. Her mother remembered just as she went toward the door. “Is that Lara's mum?”

“Yes,” was all Beth could manage, not even having the energy to remind her of her name.

/=/=/=/=/

Chloe did not like that Dean had to leave her side, but two of her friends were with her. So she was not alone, but it was not ideal. Especially when she had a special and very important delivery for the police station.

Dean was able to get her most of the way to the station once they left the hospital, but not as far as she would have liked. If he was to have the money needed for their future he had to get to his job. So it meant that Sonya and Chelsea had to be each other's protection. And he’d pick them up later and drop them off home so they wouldn’t have to walk home alone.

“Be careful,” he whispered.

“We will,” she promised. They kissed and he reluctantly rode off.

Chloe took a deep breath. “Let's go. I have a special delivery to make,” she whispered.

“You got it, then?” Sonya asked.

“Yeah, and I don't think anyone suspected.”

“How sure are you?” asked Chelsea. “It sounded like she's awfully paranoid, and with good cause.”

“That man didn't follow us. He glared at Dean and me, but he followed Daisy and her mum. But Dean was cautious on the way over here.”

“Where is it?”

“Hidden in my jacket. Keep your eyes open.”

The three did so. No one was a safe adult anymore.

“Where's Lara?” Chloe suddenly asked.

Chelsea frowned. “Sounded like something happened at home. Not sure what. She seemed rattled. She’s gone with her mum on her rounds instead.”

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To be continued...

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