"They were black patent high-heeled pumps with open toes," she replied. "If you find some shoes, I'll be able to tell whether they're mine. As for the guitar, I'm sure any that we find will be yours.
Emily watched as he pushed some of the furniture around. Both of her hands were in casts with broken fingers, and her left arm was in a sling, so she couldn't really move any of the tables around, but she could push chairs aside with a foot. She spotted a promising pile of debris and headed toward it.
"So how long have you been playing with Miss Trueblood?"