Hotch listened and after a while he took his drink to sit closer to the piano. It took him much too long to decide if the pinaist was a mannish woman or a feminine man. In this day and age it didn't particularly matter either way, but Hotch liked things to be clear. He liked to know where he stood. When the next song finished he took a note from his wallet and put it in the glass meant for tips.

"You're good," he said conversationally.