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Liam indicates both the bed and closet as options available to Milton for his daytime rest. While the Lord would prefer the bed, he is too cautious to claim it. No, it's the closet for him.
Milton opens the closet door, removes his suit jacket and hangs it up, then shuts himself in. He sinks to the floor, propping his back against the wall. If he were living, the cramped and lightless space might disconcert him. But he is not alive and he feels nothing but his own weariness.
The Beast's siren song is growing stronger and, for a moment, Milton considers giving in to sleep. But time is short. And, further, they are all in a precarious position. Too many Kindred in one place renders them all vulnerable to attack. No. Better, more prudent, to deny himself his day's rest.
Instead, he will stay secreted in the closet and continue his research on his smart phone as the sun completes its overhead transit. It's not an ideal situation, but it will serve. Meanwhile, he sharpens his hearing to a supernatural pitch, the better to monitor the situation outside of his resting place while he further delves into possible locations for the raiders' upcoming ritual (he'd already discovered a few candidates and is looking to narrow things down). Hopefully, by the next evening, he will have a good idea of where their party should begin the hunt.
When that avenue of research has been exhausted, Milton looks into other incidents near the water up and down the Sacramento and American rivers, trying to find reports of strange happenings in the Kine media that resemble the previous night's raid on the Domain. Perhaps, if he can find a pattern of similar attacks, he can tell which way the scum have been traveling and where they will be heading next.
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