When police carried his uncle?s lifeless body to a coroner?s van, Roger Clay stood across Brookfield Street in Baltimore watching in disbelief as a crowd gathered on the sidewalk. “All I could think was that someone did him wrong,” said the 32-year-old aspiring rap artist.

Now, nearly a year later, Roger Clay stands on the same street staring at the boarded-up windows of the former headquarters of Robert Clay Inc. He struggles to find answers about a death that haunts him.