Molly didn't believe that for even a moment.  But while you could lead a horse to water...you couldn't make her drink.  If Isabelle didn't want to talk about it....there wasn't much she could do.  It wasn't as if she could have the Sheriff drag her away to an interrogation room and force it out of her.  "I don't buy it, Isabelle.....but know the offer stands, Sweety. I mean that.  I know I'm a politician and people don't trust politicians....but you can trust me.  Anything you tell me will be in the strictest confidence."<br/><br/>The brunette brushed a bit of hair over her shoulder and out of her face.  She'd always liked Isabelle...and not just because the girl made such amazing sweets.  It bothered her that the young woman seemed so conflicted and....well....depressed.