You had recently moved into a small town called Broadchurch. It didn't have the best reputation, but it was cheap. You bought a place that doubled as a café and your home. Business was pretty good, especially in the mornings.

One of the regulars was a man called Alec Hardy. He was a detective, always coming in for his usual order of strong tea in the morning. Today was no different. He walked up to the counter, same tired scowl on his face.