PART 5: The Signal in Her Hand
PART 5: The Signal in Her Hand
Richard had imagined the apartment would be easy.
Ava alone.
Half-asleep.
Scared.
The same girl who used to freeze when his boots hit the hallway.
But he had miscalculated three things.
First, Ava was not alone in the way he thought.
Second, the apartment was under base security monitoring.
Third, fear no longer controlled her hands.
Even while he slammed her down onto the tile, even while pain tore through her scalp, even while blood warmed her lip, Ava kept her mind moving.
Phone.
Signal.
Time.
Witness.
Richard dragged her back by the hair.
“You should have stayed silent.”
Ava reached again.
He forced her shoulder down.
“Your mother should have kept her mouth shut too.”
That sentence cut deeper than the tile.
Ava stopped struggling for half a second.
Richard leaned closer, mistaking it for surrender.
“She was always weak. Just like you.”
Ava looked at the phone.
No.
Not weak.
Trapped.
There was a difference.
She drove her elbow into the floor and pulled herself forward.
Richard cursed and grabbed her wrist just as her fingers touched the screen.
The glass was cracked from the fall, but the emergency icon still glowed.
Ava tapped once.
Richard twisted her arm.
She tapped twice.
“What are you doing?”
She tapped a third time.
Then held.
The phone vibrated.
Silent distress sent.
Base dispatch received.
Apartment location transmitted.
Open microphone active.
Richard saw the screen change.
His face shifted.
“What did you press?”
Ava rolled onto her side, clutching the phone against her chest.
Her breathing was ragged.
Her lip was bleeding.
But the fear had left her eyes.
“A military distress signal.”
Outside, tires screamed softly against wet pavement.
Red and blue lights cut through the broken doorway.
Richard turned toward the hall.
For the first time in all the years Ava had known him, he looked smaller than the room.
The MPs entered fast.
Controlled.
One moved toward Richard.
The other shielded Ava.
“Step away from Lieutenant Reynolds.”
Richard raised his hands.
“She attacked me,” he said instantly.
Ava almost laughed.
Even now.
Even here.
The lie came first.
The MP nearest Ava saw her uniform torn at the shoulder, blood near her mouth, broken door, cracked phone, and Richard standing over her.
“Sir,” the MP said coldly, “do not speak.”
Richard’s mouth closed.
Ava looked at him from the floor.
The open microphone in her phone had recorded the entire attack.
Including his threat.
Including his words about Laura.
Including the sentence he did not know would destroy him.
Your mother should have kept her mouth shut too.
Within minutes, he was cuffed.
He shouted once when they lifted him.
Not at the MPs.
At Ava.
“You think this saves her?”
Ava’s heart stopped.
The MP beside her turned.
“Who is ‘her’?”
Richard realized his mistake.
Too late.
Ava pushed herself upright, every muscle shaking.
“My mother,” she said. “He knows where she is.”
The MP looked toward the hallway.
“Dispatch, notify NCIS. Possible hostage or unlawful confinement tied to active case.”
Richard’s face went gray.
Because the apartment attack had not stopped Ava.
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It had given investigators the urgency they needed.
👉 Richard came to silence Ava—but his own threat gave NCIS the reason to move on Laura immediately.
