Death Comes Callin’

August 13, 2019 Kristen Bates 0

Death greeted Bruce Ballard at the door of a small condo in East Boston on a rainy Friday morning. Unopened mail was piled in the doorway of 175 Brooks St. and 22 unheard voicemails blinked red on the answering machine in the living room. It was a moment frozen in time with the last remnants of life seeping through the carpet.