Page 81 of The Bone Code
“Meaning?”
“The guy’s personality tallies with his name.”
“Thank you thank you thank you,” I said.
“You are welcome. Thrice.”
As soon as we’d disconnected, I punched in Slug’s number.
“Hello. You’re hearing this because I’m probably trying to avoid you. Leave as brief a communication as possible.”
A beep sounded. Another followed shortly after the first, truncating most of my message.
I called back and, speaking shotgun, left only my name and number.
I was dialing Vislosky when Ryan wandered into the kitchen. He was featuring a retro crew cut, and it didn’t look bad.
I disconnected.
“What was that all about?” Ryan asked.
“Lizzie’s genealogist got a hit. Or whatever they call it.”
“Calm down.” Noting my agitation.
“A man named Huger,” I said. “A distant cousin.”
“No shit.”
“No shit.”
“What do you know about him?”
“His full name is Aubrey Sullivan Huger. He’s a doctor of some sort.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“You should speak to the genealogist.”
“He’s not taking calls.”
Ryan inclined his head toward my laptop. “Do what you do so well, buttercup.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Meanwhile, I’ll run the name. Shot in the dark, but maybe he’s in some database.”
I raised a hand. Ryan high-fived it.
Within two hours, I had a sketchy picture of Dr. Aubrey Sullivan Huger. Or, more correctly, of his public persona as reflected on Google and the other search engines I used.
I was still at it when Ryan reappeared. Not sure where he’d been.
“Anything pop?” I asked.
“Nada. The guy’s clean. At least, in Canada. Did Vislosky run him?”
