"You're right, you got me," Jack said, clapping a hand over his heart as if he was finally about to tell the truth on a long winded lie. "I collected some of the little wee ones I give lessons to and had them run at Mallory with sticky fingers. While she was distracted, I leapt out the window, somersaulted in the street and rushed off."
"Jack Jamming. I like the sound of that," he said as he rolled off the sofa to pull the cases closer. He slipped right down to the flood and pulled out the guitar, wrapping the strap over his shoulders and giving a strum with his thumb.