Agent Smith putting St George to sleep

I took my time and walked up behind him. He had the cloaked ***** in his arms. He tried to wake her up, pressed his fingers against her throat, and listened to her breathing. I was maybe five feet behind him when he glanced back. “Did you know about this?”
I nodded and smiled. “Do you want to lie down next to her?”
He set her back down on the blanket, placed a fold of it under her head, and returned my nod. “Yeah,” he said. “I think I’d like that.”
His brow wrinkled, and I saw a spark of fear deep in his eye. He recognized what was happening. What he was doing. It’s always more fun when people realize what’s going on.
“Just stretch out and relax,” I said. “Wouldn’t that be a good way to spend the afternoon?”
St. George looked down at one of the open blankets, flipped the edge over to double it up, and sat down on it.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 568
Peter Clines
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