"Then we probably shouldn't take anything over until you know." He flashed her a grin, then glanced up at the bandstand. The band was taking a break and Brody excused himself.

Leaving her at the table, he went and exchanged a few words with the singers. There was laughter and a pat on the shoulder, then the band moved to the bar for drinks. With a glance over his shoulder, Brody sat down at the piano that was pushed against the wall.

He looked at it for a moment, thinking, then he started to play. It was definitely not jazz. It was blues, in a minor key, from easily 20 years ago.