"We'll need a two thousand deposit. Cash or credit?" I hold out a debit card. "How long will it take?"

"A month. That's the fastest service for anything custom." he goes on at my expression.

"Can you do a rush? It's for a friend." I debate, chewing my lip. "My dad is Eddie Carlton."

His eyes widen, and he glances at the name on my card, then back up. "No shit. I'd know those eyes anywhere. I made guitars for his first tour."

Discomfort works through me. "Do you keep in touch?"

"Some."

Something tells me that even if my Dad would be cool with giving Timothy a guitar, me...