Page 86 of The Bone Code

“Impressive.”

Huger gave a small, humble shrug.

“Did you know, doctor”—she raised her mug in tribute to the titles—“that the number of hate crimes in our state has skyrocketed recently? That several transgender women of color have actually been killed?”

“That’s mighty sad.” Huger’s friendly expression rearranged into one of concern. “But how does that involve me?”

“The CPD is launching a safe-place initiative. No points for originality. The idea originated with the Seattle PD.”

“I see.”

“We’re asking local business owners to display stickers indicating that they offer safe havens for LGBTQ residents who might feel threatened.”

“You’re referencing my plant on the Maybank Highway?”

“Yes, sir.”

Firm nod. “It sounds like an admirable endeavor. Don’t understand the lifestyle, but you can count me in.”

“Thank you, Dr. Huger.” More caffeine, then Vislosky switched tack. “I’m thinking of buying property on James Island. Do you like living out there?”

“I do, indeed.” A note of surprise that Vislosky had researched his home address.

“Why?”

“I’ve got acreage, a fine water view, and my own fishing dock. What more could a man ask?”

“Is there a Mrs. Huger?” Casual.

Huger laughed, as though nothing could be more amusing. “No, detective. There is no Mrs. Huger.”

“I understand you own a company called GeneFree.”

“Among others.”

“What’s the pitch?”

“Sorry, ma’am?”

“What do you sell?”

“Online DNA testing.”

“Testing for what?”

“We analyze a user’s genetic code to offer optimal dietary choices.”

“Quick tune-up, then soak ’em for protein powder and dried seaweed.”

“The process is far more complex than that.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“I’m beginning to suspect this is not about stickers.”

Vislosky set down her mug. “Did you sustain much damage from Hurricane Inara?”

“Lost part of my pier.”