On December 26, 2016, my son DeAndre Allen left home at 10:36 a.m., going to the barbershop. I was headed to a doctor. DeAndre and I agreed to meet up after my appointment to sign his timesheets he had to drop off. My daughter and I contacted Him at 1:25 p.m., letting him know my appointment time changed. He told me OK his queen, that he was already with the friend Bookie. I received a call that the detectives were at my home wanting me to contact them. I called the detectives; they wanted me to come to the municipal court building. Detective Hutchison showed photos of a man with the same name, birthday and last name as my son but wasn’t my son. The next photo that was shown was of my son. He had been murdered. He had been gunned down multiple times, broad daylight, at 39th and Michigan at approximately 1:44 p.m. As of December 26, 2019, it will be three years my son was murdered. All I have been told by detectives over the years: My son was killed for what he knew and nothing he did