All You Need Is Fudge by Nancy CoCo Page A

that’s something,” I said and crossed my arms.
    â€œI sort of figured you’d be with the Jessops right now,” Liz said, “or I would have called you.”
    â€œThey’re shutting her out,” Jenn said.
    â€œSeriously?” Liz looked at me with concern in her hazel gaze. She was a tall, pretty woman our age. She had dark curly hair that was currently brushed back into a no nonsense ponytail. She wore a light blue camp shirt and a pair of jeans.
    â€œYes,” I said with disgust. “Trent told me to go make fudge.”
    â€œOuch,” Liz said.
    â€œThey’re circling the wagons,” Angus said. “I don’t think it’s personal.”
    â€œBut I thought I was part of his family,” I said. “At this point, I should be there with him.”
    â€œYou found the body,” Angus said. “Their attorney might have told them to keep you out of things.”
    â€œI don’t like it,” I said with a pout.
    â€œOf course you don’t.” Jenn patted my back. “But attorneys think of things we don’t.”
    â€œBut clearly Paige is innocent,” I pointed out. “There is no reason for her to have killed Carin—no motive and no evidence.”
    â€œThere’s enough for them to get a warrant and arrest her,” Angus said. He raised one of his bushy brows. “Or it wouldn’t have happened.”
    â€œWhy weren’t you at the press conference?” I asked Liz.
    â€œI have insider info. I knew Rex wasn’t going to say anything that I haven’t already published.”
    I frowned. “Really? What else do you know?”
    â€œI can’t say,” she said, her face suddenly serious.
    â€œWhat do you mean you can’t say ?” Jenn pushed her. “This is important to us. Spill!”
    â€œI can’t say,” Liz said again and looked me square in the eyes. “Or I’ll lose my exclusive.”
    â€œYou dug up something, didn’t you?” I asked, wanting to pull my hair out. “What?”
    â€œShe can’t say”—Angus crossed his arms, looking downright chipper—“but if you are nice to me, I might be able to point you in the right direction.”
    â€œOh for goodness sakes.” I wanted to leap over the counter and shake him, but I restrained myself. These were my friends, after all.
    â€œSpill!” Jenn was the one to step in and push him.
    â€œThere may have been a witness to an incident the evening Carin was killed,” he said obliquely.
    â€œSomeone saw Carin and Paige fighting?” I jumped to a conclusion I hoped was wrong.
    â€œMaybe,” Angus said.
    Liz had hitched her hip on the edge of the desk behind the counter, picked up a pen, and started doodling.
    â€œMaybe,” I said with a sigh. My thoughts tumbled. “So there has to be a strong motive and there has to be evidence for them to arrest Paige. That means that this witness most likely has provided something the police think is strong motive.”
    â€œWho’s the witness?” Jenn asked, cutting to the chase.
    â€œCan’t say,” Angus said.
    â€œWell, what did they see happen?” I asked.
    â€œCan’t say.”
    â€œFine. Blink once for yes and twice for no,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “Did the witness see Paige push Carin into the water?”
    He blinked twice and chuckled.
    â€œWell, that’s a relief,” I said.
    â€œDid they see Paige on the pier or the yachts with Carin?” Jenn asked.
    He blinked twice.
    â€œWell, then what could they have seen that would be a strong motive?” I mused.
    â€œThat’s not a yes or no question,” Angus said.
    â€œWait. Liz, you told Angus, but you can’t tell us?” I pointed my finger at her grandfather.
    She stopped doodling and looked up. “He’s the adviser for the paper.”
    â€œI thought he was the