Yuki pushed in the outer door and pressed the intercom button marked KORDELL. The buzzer blared and Yuki climbed three stinking flights of graffiti-tagged stairs and knocked on the door at the end of the hallway. A woman cracked the door open. “I’m Yuki Castellano. Mr. Jordan from the Defense League sent me. Did you get a call?” “Yes, yes, please come inside.” Mrs. Kordell was African-American, very thin, about forty; she wore a red bandana over her hair and had yellow rubber gloves peeking out of the pockets of her cargo pants. Yuki walked behind her down a long, narrow hallway and entered a living room crowded with what looked to be generations of furniture. An elderly gentleman sat in a lounge chair, his hand on a carriage that he was rocking gently. Mrs. Kordell introduced Aaron-Rey’s grandfather as Neil Kordell and said her husband was at work. “My husband is a total wreck,” she said. “He doesn’t sleep. He barely speaks. Aaron-Rey’s death has destroyed him.”
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