Calculated Revenge by Jill Elizabeth Nelson

widened to find Noah almost upon him.
    “Hold it! We need to talk,” Noah said.
    The man yelped and whirled away. Noah charged and his fingers closed on the back of the man’s suit jacket. The intruder jerked the smooth fabric out of Noah’s grasp as he took off up the sidewalk at a sprint. Surprisingly quick for his squat stature, he gained a few strides. Then Noah ducked his head and put his own sprint into gear.
    The man darted onto the street, heading for a blue Impala parked and running at the curb a short way up the street. Oh, no, you don’t! Their feet thundered in near unison across the pavement. Noah lunged forward and rammed into the stalker as they reached the rear of the car. The stocky guy was more flab than muscle, and Noah’s shoulder buried itself in the man’s back. Breath exploded from the guy’s gut, and they fell across the rear end of the Chevy. The acrid stench of car exhaust bit Noah’s nostrils as he struggled to control the flailing man.
    “I…didn’t do…anything!” The stalker’s voice came out in hoarse pants.
    “Strangers…staring at…little kids…don’t sit well with me.” Noah finally wrestled the guy to the pavement and clamped his wrists together while he pressed his knee into the small of the man’s back.
    The sudden bleep of a siren announced the arrival of a city black and white that pulled up beside the Impala. Deputy David Carlson climbed out.
    “What have you got here?” The officer hustled toward them, then stopped short. “Eddie Foreman!”
    The man beneath Noah quit wiggling. “You know this guy?” Noah stared up at the deputy.
    “Me and Ed went to school together. He moved to Watertown, South Dakota, about an hour from here, but he’s okay.”
    Noah glared down at his captive. Just because a local police officer was acquainted with the suspect didn’t mean he wasn’t guilty. But the man wasn’t likely to run again with both a copand a principal breathing down his neck. Noah released Eddie’s arms, stood up and backed away a marginal step.
    The stalker struggled to his feet, huffing, face apple-red. He adjusted his suit jacket. “I told you I wasn’t doing anything.”
    “Now, Ed,” Carlson crossed his arms, “lurking around school yards is frowned upon, even in Cottonwood Grove.”
    Ed’s gaze fell to loafers that had seen better days. “You knew Bonnie and I split?”
    “You don’t say!” The officer’s arms fell to his sides.
    Noah stared from one man to the other. What was this? Old home week?
    “Yeah.” Ed lifted his eyes. Sad, all right, just like Briana described. “She got custody of Becca and moved back to the old hometown. I was just—” A soft sob left the man’s barrel chest, and he rubbed a pudgy hand across his face. “I deliver office supplies around here, and then I stop at noon to catch a glimpse of my girl. That’s all.” He sent a glare toward Noah.
    Carlson’s face pinched. “Sure am sorry, but you’d best not be hanging around the school grounds without permission.”
    “I understand.” The other man nodded. “I’ll go now.” He shuffled toward his car door.
    “Hey, wait. You can’t—” Noah started, but the officer lifted a palm. He clamped his lips shut against angry words. This guy was not cleared of anything in his books.
    “Ed, you follow me to the station and give a statement first.” Barnes jerked his head in the direction of the courthouse. “Some folks down there are going to have questions for you.”
    “You mean in case I want to press charges for assault?” Ed sneered toward Noah.
    “You might have a case if I’d done half what I wanted,” Noah said.
    The lurker paled.
    Carlson wagged his head. “Nobody’s going to press charges,unless you can’t give satisfactory answers, Ed. Then it’s you who could be in a world of trouble.”
    Deflated, the man got in his car, and both vehicles drove away. Noah watched them with his hands on his hips. Hank would make sure Ed could account