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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 Two, Part Two: Out of Her Depth

All I want is to help! I need to speak to DS Miller!”

Connelly's voice, normally a soft-spoken tone, was more like a bear's bellow. It was the voice of someone approaching a panicked state.

Nearby, in the corridor, Ellie groaned. “What else does he think he has to tell me that he couldn't tell my husband before the arrest?” she muttered under her breath.

The officers next to her wisely kept silent.

As two other officers brought Connelly into sight, the man became even more animated at the sight of Ellie. “Detective, you have to act!”

I have a case to investigate. One you are interfering with, she snapped.

And if you don't solve them, Daisy will be next!”

Ellie stiffened, her guts feeling like they had suddenly been wrung out.

Although her husband had probably been seeing things due to stress, the thought of the daughter he yearned to see pained Ellie. She wanted to meet the girl she had heard so much about, but not under these circumstances.

Besides, given what she had gathered of the first Mrs. Hardy's character she doubted that she would wish for Daisy to come near her father. Something told her that Daisy's apparent silence had not been a willing one, but she hesitated over telling him just in case she was being hopeful and something had changed. The young lady would be seventeen now, and she had seen the transformation girls could make in five years.

A few of the officers frowned. What was the significance of Connelly's latest ramblings?

Ellie kept her voice measured as she turned back to face Connelly. Suddenly she was grateful that her husband was not here for this, even if everything else about the situation bothered her. Daisy, not that it’s any of your business, Mr. Connelly, isn't in town. She's safe.”

Connelly shook his head hard. “No, she wasn't safe in Sandbrook and she's not safe now. She's not in Sandbrook, she's here! And she's in grave danger! She's needed your husband’s help for a long time! You have to protect her from the killers!”

The restraining officers had enough. “Come on,” the more senior snapped.

Connelly struggled to keep eye contact with Ellie. “These ones are more vivid than ever! I don't know how much time you have before he strikes again! His daughter needs you to save her!”

As Connelly was led off, Ellie stood stock still, his dark curls standing out abnormally against the sudden paleness of her skin. The very idea was enough to leave her with that sickening rattled feeling.

The last time she had felt like this Hardy was lying on a hospital gurney, awaiting that surgery that saved his life but not knowing that would be the outcome.

PC Emma Shrove, fresh at the start of her shift, looked at her oddly. “Your husband has an older daughter?”

Ellie slowly nodded her head. “Yes, but Daisy is far away from here. She can't be in danger.”

I don't remember hearing about a daughter before.”

Long story.”


Becca sat in her office, tallying outgoings against incomings on a printed spreadsheet and sighed. Business was still poor from two years on, and her mind still lingered on Mark. Not that it was his fault in either case. Getting involved with him was a stupid idea and she didn’t blame the looks of distrust she had had since.

Even when fewer guests stayed at her hotel, she still remained open. The previous summer had been little better than the winter. She had the odd couple stay at weekends, some very odd couples in some cases. But money was money. As long as the guests didn’t break anything or steal anything they were welcome to come again. Unlike some of the big hotel chains, she didn’t have fancy items with the hotel name on them, so she didn’t lose that much.

She was breaking even, which was tougher than being in the red. She had a lot of money invested in this place. She wouldn’t let it go without a fight.

She lifted her head, hearing raised voices on the stairs. Behind her was the connecting door into the foyer. It was blocked off by a table with a plant on it, since there was another door through the reception desk, and often people didn’t even know it was there.

I told you, I’m on holiday,” a gruff male voice ranted.

He spoke with a London accent, Becca thought. It was unclear until there was no reply who he was talking to. But then it slowly became apparent that he was talking into a mobile phone.

I told you not to phone directly...! I couldn’t give a monkeys...! I’m at the hotel... No, she’s not said a word. Suggested we come down to this dead-end dump. I only agreed because her old man’s down here... I’m going to nut him. What do you think...? It’s he fault Trev’s inside... Oh for god’s sake, do I have to think for you as well? Leave it where it is...! No, not until I’m in the clear... Yeah, some blonde bird... Yeah, ain’t they just...Then killer her if she gets ideas... You know what I mean,” the voice hissed. “If she saw something, I’ll smack her one myself...! I’ll deal with her. Down here no one knows her... You can easily make another five grand on her... You just stick to your story... Yeah, see that you do! I want no witnesses.”

There was a loud blip from the mobile and the voice went silent. Becca’s eyes shifted to the front desk where a man appeared. She watched him smack the desk bell several times.

Anyone in?” he yelled in a less than friendly tone.

It was the same man she overheard.

Fighting to hide her trembling, Becca rose from her spreadsheets and approached the front desk. “Good afternoon. Can I help?”

You better,” the man grouched.”You seen this?” he demanded indicating his legs.

Becca leaned across the counter to see his wet knees. She had no answer, since she had no idea what he was getting at.

There’s a leak in my bathroom,” he clarified.

A leak?”

Yes. A leak,” he said slowly as if she was stupid. “I expect it fixed by the time I get back.”

Which room are you in, sir?” she asked.

Fourteen,” he told her.

He had the patience of a rock, Becca realised, and looked like he had been chiselled from one. He had to work out at least four times a week to get muscles that size. And having him glare at her and learn right over her was doing him no favours.

I’ll get it seen to as soon as I can,” Becca promised and watched him stalk away to the bar in the next room. Now she definitely was on edge. Actually, rattled was closer to the truth. He was a very dislikeable person. If he requested a room again she would have to tell him she was full.

Just when she thought the day couldn’t get any worse, she noticed a familiar face walk in through the doors. She’d heard the sirens. She’d gone outside to see what was going on, but hadn’t seen much since the paramedics arrived. And from the more intense than usual grim expression she knew that it was connected to the girl outside.

Good afternoon, Detective Hardy,” she greeted.

Detective Inspector,” he corrected gently.

Oh. Sorry. How may I help you?”

Did you see anything unusual happen outside your hotel at any point today?” he asked.

Not that I can think of,” she replied.

How about inside your hotel?” he badgered. She was uneasy. He could tell.

Nothing in here, either,” she replied.

He lowered his brow. “Is something wrong, Becca?”

Becca sighed. “Oh the usual. Rude customers who want everything yesterday. And the usual threats if it’s not done. Had one just before you walked in. A leak in his bathroom. That makes two in twenty-four hours. I’ll have to ring Nigel and get him to come back.”

You should call the police if you’re getting threats. And you’re within your rights to throw people like that out.”

Yeah. I know. I can handle him. I’m an Aussie after all. I’ve seen worse back home. What kind of unusual happenings are you looking for?” she asked, bringing the conversation back to why he was there. Having a policeman inside her hotel was not good for business, unless he was a guest, even one in plain clothes.

I have reason to believe that someone was attacked in your hotel this afternoon,” Hardy informed her.

Really?” That surprised her. “That young girl outside? I haven’t seen or heard anything. What makes you think it happened here?”

Hardy laid the evidence bag on the counter.

Becca stared at it. She recognised it at once as material from her curtains. There was no doubt about that. She had made the curtains herself. “Where did you find this?”

It was found in the hand of a dead girl,” he said.

Becca sank. “You mean the ambulance and sirens – that poor girl died?”

Can you show me which room this might have come from?”

The colour of it suggests first floor,” Becca said. “There are twenty rooms up there.”

Then I’ll need to eliminate each one until we find it,” Hardy suggested.

She reached out to turn the desk sign around to display BACK IN FIVE MINUTES and stepped through the open door. She led the way upstairs and they began to check each room. Fourteen was as Becca feared; a blocked pipe. The water was not going down the plug hole, but over the sides onto the floor instead.

Hardy looked at the curtains while she called the plumber. The conversations wasn’t very long and wasn’t relevant to his case, but he filed it away for later. He couldn’t always ignore even the most vague detail. He glanced around the room. It was occupied by guests, possibly a couple and child judging by the two large suitcases in the built in wardrobe and the smaller case on the single bed by the window. Although on checking again he realised that there was probably a fourth person. There were two pairs of slippers next to the single bed, one of a young child, the other much larger. A teddy bear lay on the pillow and the book sat on the bedside table was aimed at teenagers.

You said you had another leak?”

Yeah, in the room next door. Burst pipe,” Becca said and led him out of the room. “It’s been empty since last week. And the new guest noticed the water last night just after they checked in.”

She unlocked the door and walked in. She froze. The place was ransacked, furniture had been move and the curtains were on the floor, the curtain rail and back board were ripped from the wall and hanging down.

Oh my god!” she breathed. “What the hell?”

Hardy looked in on the scene and held her back by the door. He could see blood, or something that looked like blood in the wet carpet by the en suite door. “Out. Lock the door,” he ordered. He took out his phone and speed-dialled a number. After a few seconds it was answered. “Brian? I’ve got your Scene Of Crime... Room 15 of Becca’s hotel... I’m there now... Bring a few uniforms with you... I want the hotel sealed off. The suspect could be inside... Thanks.”

Becca stared at him in disbelief. “This could ruin me!”

That’s a little insensitive, considering the fact that there is a child lying dead in your car park,” he pointed out.

I can’t afford to be sued,” she added unthinkingly.

Hardy pinned her with a hard stare. “Right now, I have a body and I have no idea if she’s one of your guests or a local. But there is a family in this town somewhere who needs to be found and told their daughter, sister, girlfriend is dead. On top of that, you are, unfortunately a suspect. A little perspective wouldn’t go amiss, right now!”

Hardy waited for the uniforms to arrive in numbers and seal off the building. He handed over the scene of crime to SOCO and let them do their work. He had business elsewhere.


In the restaurant downstairs, Mark and Beth were having meal with Chloe. Their son was asleep in the pushchair between them. Beth noticed the police first and then Hardy coming down the stairs not long after that.

Could I have everyone’s attention please?” Hardy called out. “No one is to leave the building. I would ask that you remain where you are and remain calm. There is a situation, and I would ask that you co-operate with the police as we do our job. Thank you.”

Oh, great!” Mark grumbled.

Beth turned her head to look at her. “There’s been a murder,” she voiced quietly.

Oh now don’t jump to conclusions,” Mark told her. “Might be anything.”

With this many police?” She turned. Men with white all-in-ones carrying silver cases. She felt sick. “It’s Danny all over again.”

They were all over the car park when we got here,” Chloe recalled. “Something big has happened.”

It was a girl,” a man from the next table spoke smugly. “Someone said she’d been stabbed.”

Beth gave him a withering look. “I don’t think that’s good news.”

Just saying,” he responded huffily. “Second murder in three years, another summer blighted by murder. You expect this in the big cities, but not here. For Broadchurch, that’s like rush hour, isn’t it? And it’s not good for business.”

That first murder was my son, you ignorant-!”

Beth,” Mark cut in soothingly.

Sorry,” the bloke responded. “Didn’t know.”

It’s not the second murder,” another man piped in. He glanced at Beth and the other man for a second.

The room grew hushed.

They found another girl dead in DI Hardy’s garden this morning. I heard them talking on the street outside.” He looked at Beth and nodded to Chloe. “If I was you, I’d get your daughter home where it’s safe.”


To be continued...


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 3rd, 2015 02:08 am (UTC)
No continue link on this one.
Jan. 3rd, 2015 02:12 am (UTC)
Corrected! Thanks for the catch.
Jan. 3rd, 2015 03:42 am (UTC)
You're welcome. :)
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