Chapter 3 - The NCIS Intervention
Caleb’s face paled slightly, but he quickly squared his shoulders, using his rank as a shield. "Agent Miller, this is a private domestic matter between my wife and me. I suggest you check with my Commanding Officer before interfering in my family affairs."
"Your Commanding Officer is the one who requested NCIS involvement, Lieutenant Commander," Agent Miller replied, stepping forward and opening the black folder. "Two hours ago, a forensic review of your vehicle's black box recorder was completed. The data from your crash on the coastal bridge last week contradicts your official statement."
Rebecca sat motionless in her bed, her breath catching in her throat as she listened.
"You stated that a deer ran onto the road, forcing you to swerve into the guardrail," Agent Miller continued, his eyes locked onto Caleb’s tense face. "However, the telematics prove that the steering wheel was intentionally turned forty-five degrees to the right while the accelerator was pressed to ninety percent capacity. There were zero brake applications prior to impact."
Caleb’s throat hitched, his knuckles turning white as he clutched his military cap at his side. "That... that is an absurd misinterpretation of sensor data! The rain was heavy, the road was slick—"
"Save it for the magistrate, Commander," Agent Miller interrupted firmly. "Furthermore, Mrs. Vance’s attending physician placed a secret audio-video monitoring unit inside this room yesterday after noticing suspicious bruising on her arms during your previous visit."
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Agent Miller held up a small tablet, pressing play. Caleb’s harsh, impatient voice echoed clearly through the room speaker: “Get out of that bed. I’m not paying another dollar for this... Get up!” followed by the clear visual of Caleb violently twisting Rebecca’s broken arm.
Caleb stepped back, his dark eyes darting frantically toward the door as his pristine facade crumbled completely.
