St George ignoring Agent Smith to check on Stealth

“Sorry about that,” I told St. George. “She was helping me with something. You don’t mind, do you?”
He was going to say no, of course, but by then he’d noticed Danielle wasn’t moving. And he’d seen Freedom’s bulk spread out on the farthest blanket. And, just past Danielle, a third person. In the dim light of the stage, she blended in and was hard to spot.
To give him credit, he didn’t shout her name or anything melodramatic like that. He just charged across the room. Leaped, really. A noble man of action.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 567
Peter Clines
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