Page 80 of The Bone Code
“The younger Charleston vic is related to Huger?”
“Don’t have a thrombo.”
Lizzie was right. Her news had me wired to the next galaxy and back.
“Sorry.”
“She is,” Lizzie said.
“What about the older vic?”
“There was too little DNA to do an SNP genotype. Also, forget about radioisotope testing on either.”
“Damn.”
Silence.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled.”
“Could have fooled me.” Prickly.
“It’s just that the older girl is related to my Montreal vics, so info on her could have blown the whole thing wide open.”
“It is what it is,” Lizzie said, a little edge to her voice.
“What do you know about Huger?”
“Nada.”
“He’s alive?”
“I don’t have the genealogist’s report in front of me. I called with the name knowing you’d be eager to hear.”
Eager was an understatement. “How is Huger related? Father? Brother? Cousin?”
“I think the genealogist said third cousin at the closest. Or something. But you’ll have to talk to him.”
“Where does Huger live?”
“Genealogist.”
“Is Huger a physician? What does he do for a living?”
“Are you listening to me?”
I drew a deep, calming breath. Exhaled. Poised pen over paper.
“What’s the genealogist’s name.”
“Bando Slug.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
“How do I contact him?” Jotting Slug’s name below Huger’s.
Lizzie gave me a number. “Don’t expect a warm reception.”
