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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 One, Part Seven: Coffee

The team had begun to disperse, some to their desks, some off to begin their allotted tasks in the field, while others had left to visit the canteen for something to eat. Ellie had opted for the latter, since she’d need a little outside help for her assignment. Better to have something in her stomach before she set off.

Won’t be a minute, Sarge,” Anna called.

Yeah, all right,” Ellie called back. “I’ll meet you by the car.”

She left the incident room and heard shouting up ahead, but ignored it for the most part. There was often shouting in a police station. Arrested people didn’t always come quietly. She thought she recognised the voice as Connelly’s. And that put her right off her lunch.

She had never put that much trust in mind-readers and mediums. It was all just mumbo-jumbo to her. Hardy had first met the man during his investigation into Danny’s death. Hardy had explained it away by the Connelly recognising him from when he had been in Broadchurch as a child. Ellie had a better explanation. Connelly was a nosy gossip, with satellite dishes for ears. He probably had a CB radio as well so he could listen in on police radio calls. That was her opinion, anyway.

And it might not be Connelly at all.

She stopped by the vending machine and got herself a hot black coffee. Exactly what an insomniac needed, coffee. Especially when it seemed to take forever to leave her system. She took a sip and got herself a ham sandwich from the refrigerated display and retraced her steps into the corridor.

Silently, she missed the old canteen, in the days when you had a proper cooked meal and sat down with you mates and had a good chinwag while you wound down from the shift. She supposed it had to be worse for those who worked nights. You could hardly strike up a conversation with a vending machine. Well, she supposed you could, but you wouldn’t last long in the police force if you tried.

She almost walked into Hardy hurrying in the opposite direction.

Oh, god, slow down you daft sod!” she gasped, watching the hot liquid dribble over her fingers and drip to the floor.

Sorry, You all right?” he said, taking the cup from her so she could shake her fingers.

Yeah. Just as well it’s carpet up here. Or someone would have slipped on that. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

Hardy stared at her, numb, breathing hard and white as a sheet. “Connelly,” he spoke.

I thought I heard his voice,” she noted. “What’s he sticking his nose into this time?”

I just arrested him,” he explained. “As a suspect in the murder of the girl in our driveway.”

Ellie gaped at him. “You daft bugger! This is my case!”

I know that, but he knew things that no one else knew. Far too much information than I’m comfortable anyone but the murderer should know. He spoke like there's been another murder and more are coming.”

Ellie paled. “I see why you did it.”

Knew you would. “Tucker’s just taken him downstairs now.”

All right, fine. Daniels better hear about it, because he’s doing door-to-door. But right now, I want a lid on it. Keep him in as long as possible, stop him talking to anyone outside. The Press would have a field day on this. Dead body found in policeman’s garden. God, we’ll never hear the end of it!”

He knew better than to comment. Not that he had anything to add.

I better go and interview him.” She turned and saw Anna approach on her way to the stairs. “Anna, you’ll have to drag a DC with you. Already got a suspect to interview. Steve Connelly got himself noticed for all the wrong reasons. Know where you’re going?”

Sandbrook police station, Sarge. Might take me about three hours round trip?”

Yep. Take DC Brace. He could do with a bit of in-the-deep-end training.”

Gotcha,” Anna replied and walked back to the office for CID’s latest rookie.

Sandbrook?” Hardy blurted out.

Ellie looked at him. “Can’t say. Except there’s some paperwork we need to look at,” she hedged.

Is that why I’m off the case? Just in case I’m spotted by a former colleague? A bit childish.”

No. Bigger reasons,” she told him lightly. “Now drop it. Yeah?” She gave him a smile, nice and bright, almost convincing. “Now, what’s Connelly said this time that youre so far up your own arse you’re running around like a headless chicken?”


Some twenty minutes later, Connelly looked up as the door opened. He was handcuffed. Him. Like he’d done something. He was shaking. He had come so close, got so close, and the stupid bloke had arrested him instead. He had thought Hardy was intelligent, but now he had to wonder.

He ignored the uniformed policeman standing by the door and concentrated instead on the woman who stepped into the room. He remembered her. He had been away from the town for a year and a half, but he definitely remembered her. The murderer’s wife.

Lovely. The woman who had had no idea who she was sleeping with. She could not be up to the task she had to accomplish. She was a huge bump on the road to his goal. A goal he had not asked for, but he knew was important.

He’ll strike again!”

Quiet,” the woman told him. She waited for PC Tucker to set up the tape recorders and took a seat at the table, opposite Connelly. “Shall we begin?”

Tucker pressed the buttons. He recited the time and date for the recording. “PC Tucker, standing in for DI Hardy, the arresting officer, DS Hardy interviewing and PC Norris attending should the suspect’s behaviour deem it necessary.”

Connelly rolled his eyes.

Right,” Ellie took over. “Not your day, is it, Mr. Connelly? Marching into a police station and making threats against my husband’s daughter? Could have gone a bit better, don’t you think?

Connelly stared at her. “Your husband?” he blurted out.

Ellie clicked her pen. “Shall we start at the beginning, Mr. Connelly?” she suggested. “Name.”

Connelly was silent for a long moment. Her husband? Did that change things? Was she a better detective than he had given her credit for?


Upstairs, in the call centre, a young PC pressed the receive button and readied her fingers to type.

You’re through to the police. How can I help...? Have you called for an ambulance...? I see... Injuries...? Location...? On The Esplanade...? Yes, sir. And your name is...? Broadchurch Ambulance...? Police back-up is on its way... Who found her...?”


To be continued...

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