Alan Rarig was found dead in a parking lot in Oklahoma.

He'd been shot twice, once to the head.

You'd think his wife would be devastated.

Not exactly.

She was either the black widow or bad luck.

This is the unbelievable story of a femme fatale with a trail of bodies in her wake.

From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Fatal Beauty.

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Oklahoma City was shrouded in a quiet chill that December night.

It was a couple of weeks before Christmas in 1985.

The hum of jet engines could be heard in the distance.

Two Oklahoma City police officers were patrolling a secluded area, not too far from the

Will Rogers Airport.

His little Bronco was just sitting in the lot for this place and it didn't fit.

Was someone in there? It was hard to see. Frost clung stubbornly to the vehicle's windows,

obscuring the inside, as if nature itself sought to shield the horrors within. As the officers

approached the bronco, the cold air felt heavier, almost suffocating. One officer gripped the passenger

door handle, pulling hesitantly. It was locked, left with no choice but to pry it open.

Inside, the scene was chilling beyond the winter's cold.

The partially decomposed body of a man in his prime wedged between the front seats,

his head faced down on the back floorboard.

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