It didn't take Lindsey long to get back to his motel and grab the rock salt, he wondered though as he hurried more than he needed to back over to Raiden's why exactly he was hurrying. Beers with an old friend, that had to be it. Not the promises of lapdances.
He got to the door, knocking softly before realizing she'd left it open for him,
Because she was asleep, passed out asleep under one ridiculously thin sheet, and Raiden slept...
He quickly turned and started pouring the salt, windows and doors just like Sam had said, not looking at Raiden, not looking at Raiden. He couldn't. He would't.
Job done Lindsey practicly bolted from the motel being sure to lock the door behind him. He hadn't expected that, but her being asleep, the lack of drinking.