The Avenue was busy, but not too crowded, when Kevan entered it around three on Saturday afternoon. He smiled to himself when the doorman carded him, since he knew he looked well over twenty-one. By eight years, and counting. Since there was no one else waiting to get in right then, Kevan asked the doorman’s name and if he’d been working the previous Friday night.
“I’m Felix, and yeah, I was. Why?”
“My name’s Kevan Martel. I’m a private investigator,” Kevan replied, showing Felix his license. “I’m trying to locate a man who was here, on Friday. He’s missing and his boyfriend hired me find out why.”
“Scott, I bet.” When Kevan nodded, Felix said, “Yeah. I know him and Craig because they come here pretty regularly. Craig was real worried but I couldn’t help him, since I didn’t see Scott le
