All You Need Is Fudge by Nancy CoCo

Rex, what is going on?” My voice was drowned out by the questions being shouted by the bloggers and part-time press that circled him. The locals stood on the outside of the ring with their arms crossed, listening carefully but saying nothing.
    â€œThat’s all I can tell you at this time,” he said. “We’ll keep you posted as the judicial process progresses.”
    â€œIs it true you found a murder weapon?” someone called out.
    I noticed a muscle in Rex’s jaw twitched.
    â€œI’ve got nothing further at this time.” He turned and walked back into the building, the door closing behind him.
    â€œWell, that was useless,” Kaitlyn said with a sigh. “Just when I thought I had something juicy for my editor.”
    â€œI’m headed over to the Jessops’ house,” one of the young men told Kaitlyn. “I bet the family has plenty to say about this.”
    â€œOh, good idea. I’ll come with you,” she said.
    The crowd seemed to melt away as the small clutch of press headed toward the Jessops’ in search of more interesting information. I sighed and leaned against the white clapboard of the building. I dialed Trent one more time as I watched Jenn work the locals, trying to find out something, anything, about what was really going on.
    â€œHey, Allie,” Trent answered. “I can’t talk right now.”
    â€œTrent, wait,” I said before he could hang up on me. “Where are you? What can I do?”
    â€œNothing. There’s nothing for you to do. Go make fudge. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up on me.
    I stared at the phone, feeling hurt and frustrated. I dialed him again, but it went straight to voice mail. Pushing off the building, I looked through the windows one more time, but there was no one to flag. “Darn it!” I was completely shut out of the situation. “Come on, Jenn. I’m going to the Crier to talk to Angus.”
    Jenn turned from talking to Patricia Evans. “Sure. Talk to you later, Pat.” She caught up to me as I strode down the street to the newspaper office. “What do you think Angus will tell you?”
    â€œI don’t know, but Trent is shutting me out and I have to do something.”
    â€œHe’s shutting you out? How?”
    I lifted my phone. “After thirteen messages, he finally picked up only to tell me he can’t talk. Then when I asked where he was and what I could do to help, he told me to go back to fudge making.”
    â€œOuch.”
    â€œRight?” I frowned. “I want to help. I should help. I’m not wrong, am I?”
    â€œOh, no,” Jenn reassured me as we walked up to the Crier . “You two have been dating for nearly three months. He should expect that, at the very least, you would want to be by his side.”
    â€œThat’s what I thought.” I pushed open the door.
    Angus sat behind the front counter. He was a big man with bushy white brows and brown eyes. He wore a plaid short-sleeve shirt over a dark T-shirt. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” he said in his deep voice.
    â€œAngus, what is going on with Paige Jessop? Do you know?” I asked as I stormed the counter.
    â€œDid you read the website?” he asked me.
    â€œOf course she did,” Jenn said beside me. “It didn’t say anything, really.”
    â€œIt said everything we know,” Liz said as she came in from the back room. “What do you know?”
    â€œI don’t know anything,” I said as frustration slipped into my tone. I ran my hand through my hair. “Trent isn’t talking to me and neither is Rex.”
    â€œThe Jessops are all hunkered down, waiting for their high-powered attorney to fly in from Chicago,” Liz said. “I talked to Sophie. They’ve chartered the Grand Hotel’s plane to bring him onto the island. She left an hour ago to go get him.”
    â€œWell,