Daisy paused in her cooking, likely thanks to the look on my face. Something I could only guess sat in between annoyed as all get out and introspective.

"Spill." She gestured at me grandly with her spatula like a good witch waving her wand.

"Tell me if this seems sketchy to you." I shared what I'd overheard and been told while she dished up two platters of varying items from more pastries to waffles to her delicious French bread. She finished when I did, ...