“There is no statute of limitations on sexual abuse.”

His attorney’s words echoed through Dane’s mind, and he knew he would have to take severe actions to halt his niece in her tracks.

His thoughts raced and then suddenly stilled. It was so simple he should have done it years ago. His brother, the perfect one, the one who would never see his next promotion because he followed the book to the letter, needed to be informed of what had transpired.

He would tell his brother that his most precious thing, his daughter, had gone crazy and filed criminal charges against him, her uncle. It would only take a moment to throw that family into chaos.

He grinned.

Jaime wouldn’t expect the offensive move.

It was ideal.

It had been so easy to appear to be the perfect, helpful brother-in-law. The one poised to fill every gap left by his brother’s deployment. He’d snapped when Bill became a hero all over again, settling his plane on a postage stamp of a strip without loss of life in the middle of a sandstorm. The dramatic landing had been caught on someone’s camera. Next thing Dane knew, he was seeing the stupid sequence over and over and over again on all the newscasts.

Each time he’d gritted his teeth hard against the reality that his brother was lauded while he was left to babysit.

He picked up his phone.

Selected Bill’s number.

Waited as it rang. Again and again. Over and over.

Then his brother picked up.

Dane smiled. This would be fun.