Sly would never have thought of it herself, but Argent’s reasoning made immediate sense. First, who the hell would look for a shadowrunner—particularly one being hunted by the corps—in a high-tone hotel that catered largely to corporate suits? The hunters would be searching the shadows, the squats and grimy flops in the rougher parts of town where the locals’ hatred for the corps would interfere with the search. And second, once she’d checked into the Sheraton, the hotel’s own highly touted computer and physical and magical security would help shield her. The only difficulty would be actually checking in.