Nikki Trelane

You exit the ambulance after the EMTs look you over. Luckily the guy who t-boned your van struck the passenger's side. You got a few bumps and bruises since you were driving. You watch the cops cuff the other driver who is clearly drunk. Making your way to the van a cop stops you. "Officer, I need to check on my gear in the back of the van," you explain. He lets you by and you climb into the back to inspect your band's amps, microphones, and instruments. "Oh God no...," you say without realizing it. Your 1976 baby blue Fender Stratocaster looks like it went through combat. The hard case it was in is now laying on the van's floor half open. The guitar's treble cleft head is cracked, but not broken. "That sucks," the male cop says clapping you on the shoulder." "Looks like you'll need to visit Nikki's shop," a female officer replied. The next day you're outside of "Nikki's Guitars 'n Basses". Rumor has it she's a great luthier but highly opinionated to the point of rudeness. You enter her den...