But nobody tried to slot with them. In fact nobody paid them the slightest heed. Even when he carried the limp figure of Sly from the car into the motel room. Somebody was walking through the parking lot during the whole procedure, but the slag didn’t even look their way. Falcon wondered if maybe Mary’s city spirit was still looking out for them. He set Sly gently down on the bed, while Mary locked the door behind them.