We Buy Instruments Direct

The woman pointed a screwdriver at a velvet-lined stool. "Open it."

"I don't buy furniture, Mr. Vance," she said, knowing his name without being told. "I buy instruments. And an instrument isn't an instrument unless it’s making a sound. Prove it works." we buy instruments

She stood up, her joints popping like dry reeds. She didn't touch the cello. Instead, she reached under the counter and pulled out a single, frayed bow. She handed it to him. The woman pointed a screwdriver at a velvet-lined stool

"It’s worth ten thousand," she said flatly. "But I’m not buying it." Elias blinked. "What? Why?" " she said