#Chapter 146 - Liar Liar
Rachel POV
Wright House
"Who's Peter?" I asked again, bewildered by the thought some man's first name would be enough to find my mother after she'd been missing for twenty years.
Lindy looked up at me, adjusting herself on the bed to sit beside me with her back against my headboard, "I don't know. Just Peter. He's always been around Daddy. Doing whatever Daddy wants or needs. He's a 'good dog' or that's what Daddy says."
"A good dog," I repeated.
I felt nauseated at the idea of this man being nothing more than a pet who fetched, sat, and rolled over on command. Had he fetched my mother on the day Patrick pretended she'd died? Had he taken her away to be put in chains somewhere in a stone building where the wind blew over the ocean?
Lindy shrugged. She had never known any other life. The secrets her father asked her to keep weren't suspicious to her because she had no idea what kind of horrors Richard Campbell might be hiding or trying to hide.
