While riding up in the elevator, they learned that a convention was booked into the hotel tonight. A convention of representatives of private law-enforcement agencies. Execs from Lone Star and that corp’s equivalent from around the world filled the rooms on the fifteenth and part of the tenth floor. At first that had scared the drek out of her. But then, on deeper thought, Sly realized it increased the level of their security. What corp hunter would expect his quarry to hole up in the midst of a bunch of cops? And even if somebody did track her to the Sheraton, they’d think twice about pulling anything shadowy when a significant percentage of the hotel guests were armed to the fragging teeth.