Disclaimer: I don't own Broadchurch, but I do plan to make this shirt for myself.
Hardy had been given his notice and was returning to the station to pack up any files or personal belongings from his office; the superiors wanted it to be cleared for whoever would be taking over his place.
What he did not expect when he arrived was to find a gift sitting on his desk. Said gift was in a blue box with a white ribbon taped on top.
Hardy frowned, approaching the gift box. For a moment, he considered calling in a bomb squad. Then, he noticed the tag.
"To: Sir, From: Ellie Miller"
Shrugging, he sat down at his desk. Slowly, Hardy opened the box.
In it, was soft white material—cotton, he realised. He lifted it out of the paper. His brow narrowed as he stared at it.
Printed on the front of the white T-shirt in capital black letters was the sentence "BRITAIN'S WORST COP."
The town of Broadchurch had no explanation for the unusual phenomena that occurred mere seconds later, but everyone in the town swore up and down that at 5:34 pm they could hear the yelling of a single word.
"Miller!"