My uncle was the victim of a deadly heist that still has cops guessing
Gary Lasky, 63, Melbourne, Vic.
My sister, brother, and I were mucking around on my grandparents’ driveway.
“Come inside, kids,” our mum, Elaine, called. “Dinner’s nearly ready.”
It was St Patrick’s Day 1978, and I was looking forward to my mum’s brother, Keith Hyman, 32, arriving.
Aged 16, I looked up to Uncle Keith.
He often took us to watch Carlton play footy and even bought me records to get me into his favourite bands, like Hall & Oates.
“We’ll wait for Keith before we start,” my nanna, Isabel, said. “He should be here by now.”
Although a highly skilled computer programmer, Keith had taken a managerial job for a diamond wholesaler in Melbourne’s CBD.
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