Millie rushed into the dining room, breathless, eyes wide with shock.  “U…u…upstairs,” she stammered.  “L…Liv…d...d...dead,” she scans the room seeing shock in the other guests faces.  Bending over at the waist she holds her stomach, swallowing to keep from vomiting on the carpet.<br/><br/>Taking a seat she continues, calming somewhat.  “Can’t tell cause of death, there was a pillow over her face which indicated suffocation, but then her lips are blue which could mean poison and there was a tray of half eaten food by the bed.  Lastly, her skull was bludgeoned, huge bruise on her forehead and blood beneath her head.”  She set her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her hands.  “God I can’t believe it.  I mean she was one mean bitch but to kill her?” she looked up meeting the group’s eyes.<br/>