daddy - j.m

chapter 8 - mr lowe

Madison Lowe.

My childhood home, where my family lived. It was pretty quiet for most parts of the dinner until my mom had to break the comfortable silence, of course. "Madison, honey, I got you something the other day." She pronounced, in her horrible american accent, it was hinting her usual hispanic language. "Really? What is it?" I said, quietly praying that it was pickles or chocolate milk. "Books."

She placed them in front of me and Jason leaned closer to me to have a look as well. "Oh." Was all I said. She bought me baby books. I grabbed the one at the bottom and held my laughter in.

"How to prepare the home"

I earned a light elbow in the side, as Jason tried to cover his smile. We continued to look through the books. These had everything. Long lists of baby names, what and how to feed children, about giving birth and a lot more. "Thank you mommy. I, um, really needed these."

My little sister grabbed one of the books and inspected the cover, then she turned to Jason. "Will your baby look like this?" Jason had to look at the picture to answer her. "Probably with brown eyes, though." He smiled, adjusting his voice slightly to speak to the little girl who admired him oh so much. "Like me?" She questioned. "Yes, princess. Just like you." My heart melted for a second, just hearing him talk to a child like he did assured me that he was beyond ready for this to happen.

Jason McCann.

Something about Maddie's family felt wrong to me. She had a lovely mother and the cutest little sister whom I got along with very well. Mr Lowe was chill, kinda layed back and mysterious. He probably talked a lot more when I wasn't around, because he only spoke spanish. I guess he had enough respect for me as he didn't speak a language I didn't understand in front of me. He understood every single word in english, but Maddie explained to me that he simply didn't want to speak any other language than spanish.

Everyone was pretty secret about her father, didn't tell stories or jokes about him. There would have to be something fun about him? Right?

I realized that he was the issue, the one who set my criminal alarm off. When we finally made it back to the crib I couldn't help myself. I entered my office down in the basement, my hide out. Swiftly, my fingers moved across the keyboard, searching his name in the criminal register. This is where you could find anything about anyone.

I clicked the "'close to me" button to show the relevant information, not some Antonio Lowe in Europe, that wasn't important to me. Right away, I got multiple hits and my adrenaline started to rush.

Every file and source had the same sentence in it. Madison's name was included in every single one of the files, being his daughter. It was that one special sentence that made my stomach twist and turn.

"Holy fuck"