Page 132 of Jackass

“Jack,” I gasped.

“What?” Jack’s gaze roamed over my face, concern etched into his brow.

“You have a family,” I whispered.

“Yea, a woman-beating brother.” He scoffed. “Yay for me.”

“You have a niece, Jack. Charlie has a cousin.”

Jack took a step back.

I watched as the realization washed over him.

“I have a niece.” His voice in awe. “NAV!”

Jack walked over to where Nav sat with his computer. He turned his computer around and there was a picture of a little girl. She looked to be about five years old, and she looked so much like Charlie.

They had the same crystal blue eyes.

“I figured, once everything sunk in, you would ask. Her name is Francesca, and she is eleven years old. She was adopted by Richard and Katrina Lewis,” Nav informed us.

I watched him as he gave us the information. Something slipped across his eyes as he said her parents’ names.

“What aren’t you telling us?” I asked.

Jack tore his gaze from the image of the little girl and looked at me. Then his eyes swung over to Nav. When he looked up at Jack, I saw it.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” Nav said solemnly.

“Sorry about what?”

“She’s missing,” Nav said, and I gasped.

No. We just learned about her. Jack couldn’t lose her already.

“What the fuck do you mean, she’s missing?” Jack growled.

I placed my hand on Jack’s shoulder, trying to ease the anger and fear I could see rising inside of him again.

“Six years ago, Richard Lewis was arrested for domestic assault. Immediately after he was sentenced to three years, Katrina Lewis filed for divorce. Once the divorce was final, her and her daughter Francesca, disappeared.”

“Where the fuck did they go?”

“I don’t know, Jack. They vanished. Either they assumed new identities, or they went off the grid. That was the last known photograph, and I haven’t been able to find anything else on them,” Nav said regretfully.

“What about the husband?”

“Richard Lewis was released four years ago on parole. He stayed in Pennsylvania. He remarried last year.”

“So, why is she still hiding?” I wondered out loud.

“I can’t answer that,” Nav said.

“Maybe she doesn’t know he remarried. If she left right after he was sentenced, she might assume he was looking for her, so chose to stay hidden,” I offered.

“Can you keep looking?” Jack asked desperately.

“You know I will. I can set up alerts for their names and descriptions. We’ll find them, Jack,” Nav assured him.