A thought occurred to him. If he drained a couple of junkies just before sunrise, he'd be able to stay comfortable in the coffin longer.
For weeks this worked. Two upon waking, two before bed. He was quite proud of himself.
Then, the police were everywhere around his haunts. Shining lights into the alleys and driving through them at irregular intervals.
He searched for a new haunt and found one on the edge of his hunting grounds. Here he drained two and headed back to his coffin. He was floating along when he saw the sign for the meetings come on. They were having a meeting this late at night?