Haven 1: How to Save a Life Read Online Free

Did you notice how quiet the place got when he walked up those stairs?”
    A shiver worked its way through Kevin’s body. He had the distinct feeling he was being watched. No, not watched. Examined. Inspected. Maybe the creepy old lady on the bus had known something after all.
    Vampire Guy now had his gaze locked on Kevin.
    He’d never been scrutinized that intently. What was that look about?
    It didn’t matter.
    This wasn’t why Kevin had come to the Haven.
    He needed to uncover what was going on and get the hell out as fast as he could. Before he did something he couldn’t take back.
    Like the last time—the only time—he’d ever been with a man.
    Although one clumsy, interrupted blowjob could never match what he’d been picturing since he’d walked into the Haven. Since he’d taken one look at Vampire Guy.
    * * * *
    Walter folded up the printouts Vargas had given him and settled in before the wall of electronic equipment in the club’s main security room.
    Six monitors with switches to several feeds all captured video of nearly every inch of the club’s main floor. The digital video equipment recorded the feeds, and a computer allowed for central control of everything. His company had installed the setup when he’d finally convinced Vargas to add cameras to the first floor, but the job they’d done even impressed Walter. Although now he wished he’d been able to talk Vargas into recording the entire club, minus the individual private rooms.
    Vargas typed in a command, and the main monitor displayed the recorded video of the previous night. He pointed to the screen. “That’s him.”
    On the video Seth Fisher moved away from the club’s front door. He had short, spiked dark hair that stuck up all over. He wore jeans and a pink Lady Gaga T-shirt and sported a huge grin on his face and a spring in his step.
    Cute kid. “He definitely looks younger than twenty-five.”
    “Yeah.”
    Walter leaned forward. “Is that T-shirt Bedazzled?”
    “I think so.” Vargas laughed. “I don’t even want to know how you know what Bedazzled is.”
    “Back at ya.” Walter didn’t want to admit there’d been that many sleepless nights watching infomercials. Not even to Vargas.
    Vargas pointed to the time stamp on the monitor. He punched in a series of keys. The image changed to the main stairs at the back of the club. Seth Fisher came into view. Vargas pointed to the time stamp again. Less than thirty seconds from when he’d entered the club, Seth skipped going up the stairs to the reservation desk and instead got in the elevator on the first floor.
    “Looks like he had plans to meet someone.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Vargas fast-forwarded the video. Quick movements of men filled the screen as members traipsed up and down the staircase. Eventually activity on the screen slowed, the club thinning out. The staff started the cleanup and closing procedures. Vargas paused the recording.
    “He never comes back down.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “I’ve watched it three times. And I had a couple guys in security go through it.”
    Walter stood, feeling caged within the confines of the narrow security room. “Can you give me copies of all that footage?”
    “Sure.”
    “I’ll have it analyzed. See if anyone’s tampered with it.”
    “Who could do that?” Vargas motioned toward the locked door to the security room, then dropped his hand. “Someone from the security staff.” He shook his head as he stared at Walter. “Do you trust anyone?”
    “Not many.”
    “Makes sense. Cops rarely do.”
    “That’s not my game anymore.”
    “Sure it isn’t.”
    Walter ignored the comment and asked, “He’s been coming to the club for a year?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ve never seen him before.”
    “That’s hardly surprising.” Vargas reclined in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. “When was the last time you walked up the stairs?”
    “Twenty minutes ago.”
    “Asshole. Before that.”
    Walter