Broadchurch Stories, Volume 1
Erin Kelly, Chris Chibnall
Language: English
Pages: 57
ISBN: 2:00290354
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This e-bundle features four official and original short stories to be read alongside the first four episodes of Broadchurch: Series Two, airing on BBC America. Containing exclusive and original material, this is a must-read for all fans of the show.
The stories, written by bestselling author Erin Kelly in close collaboration with Broadchurch creator Chris Chibnall, consist of 100% original plotlines that are tied closely to each episode. The stories offer an unrivaled opportunity to spend more time with the characters, allowing readers to delve deeper into their lives, histories and secrets.
his own, all impatient, no one can ever work fast enough for him. We didn’t even know he’d gone until he’d got her out. He reckons he went under a few times. He took in a lot of water and they’ve got to be careful about it being in his lungs, or Weil’s disease or something.’ Sanj looks down at his feet; he flexes them, and his shoes squelch. Tess is rooted to the spot, horrified at what Alec must have been through today. She is torn. Instinct urges her to go and check on him; after fourteen
for eye contact with Cliff to gauge whether he’s thinking the same thing, but when he locks on to her gaze, he’s unreadable. She can’t even get to the bottom of what he thinks of her. That telepathy you get with an established partner feels light years away. Cliff takes the lead. ‘You said that your estranged husband threatened to take his own life?’ Imogen tucks her hands into her armpits. ‘He was hammering on the door and saying, “I’ll die before I let you take my children away from me.” What
have registered with the others, but Cliff is with Imogen and the girls, and the paramedics are working on Tim. Ellie’s nose is slippery with sweat, and her shirt is plastered to her back. She has a sudden urge to tear off her cravat, leave the house, and keep walking until she hits the moors. It is only through extreme concentration that she is able to drive back to the station, and then to Jenny’s. Driving works like meditation, pulling her into the moment, but she’ll have to stop the car at
one of the big newswires out in the Gulf. Sixty grand a year, tax-free.’ ‘Sixty grand,’ echoes Lucy in wonder. Olly shakes his head. Maggie can’t tell whether he’s envious of the salary or disappointed that she’s left Fleet Street. She doesn’t blame the girl for a second. Karen was an old-fashioned newshound, a reporter after Maggie’s own heart, but she was too bright to go down with a sinking ship. She’s gone where the money is while she’s still of an age to acquire the new skillset she’ll need
bullying people into organised fun and practical jokes. ‘Anyway,’ he continues, ‘you couldn’t ask for a better tour guide to the fleshpots of North Devon.’ As he leads her through the unfamiliar corridors, Cliff tells her about his kids (in particular his outrage that PE isn’t compulsory at GSCE level), his journey into work and his cholesterol levels. By the time they’re in the car park, he’s moved on to his profound displeasure at having to share a canteen with the traffic division. ‘The most