Sure. Need to touch on the backstory.
My uncle was the ex-husband of my mom's sister. I'll call him "Uncle Mike". When I was in elementary school, Uncle Mike would sometimes drop by the house unannounced. He was divorced from my aunt at that time (I don't remember him when he was married to my aunt, so the divorce probably happened before I was born or soon after). As a kid, I always thought he was a cool guy. He literally looked, acted and talked like George Raft (1940s era). Had jet-black hair that was parted and slicked straight back. Wore dark suits. Every time he would drop by, he would give me, my brother and sister a (real) silver dollar. As a kid, I never knew what he did for a living or even where he lived. I did know he didn't live in the town where I grew up. That's probably why he would show up at the house from time to time unannounced because he happened to be in town.
Uncle Mike seemed mysterious to me, my brother and sister because we didn't know what he did for a living, we didn't know where he lived, we didn't know why he and my aunt divorced, and we didn't know any background about him. Uncle Mike and my aunt didn't have any kids. Both of my parents seemed tight-lipped about him, and they were open and honest to us about EVERYTHING gowning up. Didn't know if they wanted to protect us from something or didn't want us to know.
Fast-forward to when I was about 25 years old. I hadn't heard from or about Uncle Mike since the last time I saw him when I was a kid. I had a job and was working in my hometown. I was reading the morning paper and happened to see an article about an apartment manager and his girlfriend that were gunned down inside their apartment. Reading the article, it named my Uncle Mike as the apartment manager that was killed! WTF!!!
Apparently, Uncle Mike lived in an apartment on the property where he managed it. He and his girlfriend were in the living room watching TV together on the couch. A gunman burst down the front door and sprayed my Uncle and his girlfriend with bullets, like with a machine gun. The couch and wall were filled with bullets. Apparently, it was a nasty, bloody scene. The bodies were almost unrecognizable.
I took the newspaper and drove over to my mom's house (my father and my aunt (Uncle Mike's ex-wife) had passed away by that time). I showed the article to my mom and she read it. I told her, "ok mom...now you need to explain what's the deal with Uncle Mike". She read the article and had a cold look in her eye. She wouldn't say a word. She just had a blank stare. I could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so I let it alone. But I also showed my brother and sister the article. They also tried to find out more from my mom, but couldn't.
To this day, my Uncle Mike, his life and his death are still a mystery. The police never found out who killed him or why.