Chapter 354
Baruch had ripped the school's front door off its hinges. He clutched it so hard that the wood warped and splintered. Ms. Clara was speaking softly to him about Grigory, but when she saw me, she motioned for me to use another entrance.
I asked around until I was directed to the makeshift morgue that Rohan helped Elena set up in the industrial pantry in the basement. Metal shelving racks were stacked with dry goods, toilet paper, and soaps, courtesy of Ms. Clara's efficiency.
Ro had wrapped Grigory in a drop cloth and was carrying him into a stainless steel, walk-in freezer. Good thing we had another freezer in the kitchen upstairs. Separate kosher refrigeration for milk and meat was one thing, but food and corpses was a whole other ballgame.
"Did you know who he was?" I hovered in the doorway, rubbing my arms against the icy draft.
"Not until Baruch raged out. Ms. Clara said their relationship was kept need to know so Grigory wouldn't get any preferential treatment."