<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><strong><br/>"Lots of blood,"</strong>she agreed.<strong>"Daddy learned to like steak tartare from a client, and he even eats it with a raw egg sometimes."</strong>She mimed gagging.<strong>"I can't decide if he's super organic or super gross, but he's definitely not kosher.  Anyway, I won't eat it raw raw like Daddy, but rare is how we like it at home."</strong>Elizabeth didn't catch on that Tristyn had been joking.<strong>"Do you-"</strong><br/><br/>The kitchen door suddenly flung open and a man in a ski mask burst through it, a large ugly looking automatic pistol in his hands.  He leveled it and swept it towards a table with an older man with a beard.  His finger tensed on the trigger.<br/><br/>Two shots rang out.