Was it him, or did that single day take months to end?
Sanctus slipped into his room and locked the door, tossing his key onto the bed at the opposite side of the room. He was indisputably a mess; his hair was in tangles, his business clothing askew, stains soiled his nice gloves and tie. He blinked blearily at the tiny room as he registered its plain features. This was perhaps only his second time in here.
On the instant a shrill tone brayed from his pocket. He glanced down in surprise momentarily before snatching up the vibrating phone and viewed the screen. He pressed the button to answer and put the phone to his ear, shrugging his overcoat off as he answered.
"Sanctus responding."
The man shuffled over to the closet, dropping the overcoat into a basket there. He'd need to wash it later. He undid his tie and too dropped that into the basket.
"Oh, Los Angeles is splendid. I still haven't found anything...suspicious, so to speak. Perhaps a curious character here or there..." His voice was heavy, tinged with a light rasp. Perhaps he would retire to bed early. "Yes. ...Yes. I will stay for a while, there is a lot to take into consideration. ...Yes. Ah, you were always the sharp one. I let myself wander too far and I got lost. Some of these streets are filthy, let me tell you..."
He sank into the twin-sized bed, rubbing his eye.
"Vampires to be sure."
Sanctus nodded absentmindedly, undoing his braid with his free hand.
"I understand. Rest assured, I will persist with this investigation. We'll see how strong your influence is within Los Angeles soon. ...Very well. And please let the little ones know I'm okay. ...Yes. Good bye."
He set the phone down, undoing the rest of his braid. He finished his night with a shower and turned in.
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