When she'd filled her plate high, she said, "I want in. Whatever you need me to do."
I paused the gravy ladle, and some plopped to the table instead of my biscuits. "Huh?"
"You're going after Ryze, right?"
Around us, conversations stalled again, and wide eyes connected to us.
"Yes," I admitted.
Suddenly everyone appeared to be listening and watching. Even the skulls hanging from the chandelier above aimed their empty eye sockets at us. It was so quiet that every fumbling move I made to get breakfast on my plate crashed and banged.
"I'll do anything. Anything at all. You want information on Morrissey, I have it." She hooked a finger in her mouth and peeled back her lip to show a missing tooth near the back. "I took out her fake tooth myself after I found out she was in on Ryze's return."
"What did your tooth tell her?"