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such a young guy. Too young for his heartbeat to be speeding up like this.
    He ran a hand through his hair, nodded toward the screen. “He’s new.”
    “You still have a good eye. Just interviewed him yesterday. Tonight’s his first night.”
    “He’s not just new to the club. He’s new to…everything.”
    “Don’t think so.” Vargas studied the image on the screen. “Just moved here. Used to live in New York and attended a smaller club there. I know the owner, so I gave him a call. He vouched for the man. That’s why I let him join so quickly.”
    “You trust this club owner?”
    “I do. He’s a friend.”
    Walter leaned in closer to the monitor.
    Kevin sat back in the chair and slid down into the seat more. Forcing himself to relax?
    “Your friend lied to you.”
    Vargas reached for the video controls and zoomed in closer. Most likely trying to see what Walter had.
    Then everything changed. As if Kevin slipped on a mask over the nervous, innocent expression. His features hardened, his posture went tight. A persona he’d obviously assumed a lot in his life. Hiding who he really was? What he felt?
    “Why would he go to all that trouble?” Vargas asked. “You think he’s involved in all the shit that’s been going on? Or in whatever happened to Seth Fisher?”
    “I doubt it, but he’s definitely hiding something. He’s not here for the men.” No matter how in or out of the closet he was, no matter how nervous and turned on he was, he’d come to the Haven for a different reason.
    “Should I have someone in security question him?”
    “I’ll take care of it. See what I can find out about him.” Walter’s instincts said this guy wasn’t involved, but if there was even the slightest chance Kevin knew something, Walter had to find out what. He put Kevin Dennison on his list of people to check into.
    A waiter passed the table where Kevin sat. The waiter wore tight black dress slacks that left nothing to the imagination, dressed for the best possible tips. The beer Kevin had been clutching slid from his grip. He grabbed for it before it tipped and spilled the remainder of its contents onto the table. He fidgeted now. Anxiety radiated off him. The mask had slipped. Definitely new to being around other gay men.
    Had he ever been fucked? Touched? Kissed?
    “Oh, I see why you’re interested in talking to him.” Vargas’s playful tone was hard to ignore.
    “Not interested in the way you’re implying.” Right . Vargas didn’t look like he bought that either. Walter gave up on the monitor—and the man on the screen. “Tomorrow I’ll have someone here to put up temporary cameras in the hallways on each floor.”
    Vargas rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”
    When they’d talked months ago about putting up the cameras on the first floor, Vargas had been reluctant. He’d said he hated the idea of recording his members conducting their private business.
    “For our eyes only,” Walter added.
    “All right.”
    Walter allowed himself another glance at the main monitor. Kevin Dennison stood and headed for the dining room, moving out of the camera’s range. With a quick scan of the smaller monitors and their various views of the Haven, Walter spotted him.
    Kevin hurried toward the restrooms on the other side of the club, passing by the ones closer to where he’d been seated. He darted down the hallway leading to the employee locker room. He was looking for something.
    Walter had a hunch about him, and if he was right, Kevin Dennison had definitely lied to get into the club. But why? What was he after?
    Walter stood and said, “I’ll start at Seth’s apartment tonight. It’s only been a day. I might find him watching TV at his place, crying his eyes out over some guy who dumped him.”
    “God, I hope that’s all this is.”
    “First”—Walter pointed to the monitor—“I’m talking with your newest member before he takes off. I’ll give you a call later after I check out