The Binge Cases: Denise Didn't Come Home - Fatal Beauty | 3. Dead End

Episode Date: April 15, 2025

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The Binge. Before we get started, I just wanna let you know we do discuss suicide in this episode. So please listen with care. So let's talk about Alan and Sandra. I've already told you how their story ends, but let me tell you how their romance started. Dallas in the early summer was alive, buzzing with energy. On the street, people moved through the heat like slow currents in a vast sunlit tide.

Alan Rarig was new to town. His athleticism, once his greatest asset, hadn't gotten him a professional contract, but he hoped to finally hit his stride here in Dallas, beneath a sky so blue it looks painted. He'd landed a job thanks to an old buddy, but the place to live still needed securing. His sister-in-law encouraged him to go to an area, Highland Park, and see if anybody

would have a garage apartment that he could rent. This was a neighborhood where first impressions were everything. Allen apparently understood the assignment. He was dressed in a blazer and a tie. And his bronco was black and it was shiny. The sparkling SUV made its way down Lorraine Avenue, cruising slowly in hopes of spotting a Ferentz sign. Instead, someone caught Ellen's eye that June morning.

Sandra was standing out in the yard talking to her yard man. She looked like a pinup living inside a Norman Rockwell painting. Might she have a lead? He got out and walked up and introduced himself and told her what he was looking for. And she said, well, she didn't know anybody. But if he would come back in about 30 minutes, she would go with him and they could look for something. The guy's been in Dallas for one stinking day,

and he's already got a total bombshell eager to lend him a hand? When he came back, they drove around and they went to grocery stores where they had little bulletin boards for notices and notes. They struck out that day. But in no time, Sandra pulled Allen into her world.

He was 29, a tall, dashing redhead. She invited him immediately to some kind of a big party. And he was to wear tux. And she had a formal on, and she showed up at his apartment to pick him up with a limousine. Allen certainly wasn't in Oklahoma anymore. He was not used to anything like that kind of society.

Usually, she relied on her potential suitors to wine and dine her. With Allen, she was something her potential suitors to wine and dine her. With Allen, she was something of a mama warbucks. Floor seats to Springsteen concerts, tickets to Mavericks games, a trip to Hawaii. She gave the impression that she had money and was very wealthy. After about five months of dating, he moved in with Sandra, got close to her children, integrated into her upscale life,

as much as an unrefined jock from small town Oklahoma could. And by December, they got married. He had no idea what he was getting into. No idea. Their marriage didn't even last a year. By the 11th month, they'd separated, and Allen had fallen from his wife's good graces. He was found dead a month later, half frozen, half decomposed in his Bronco.

We think she planned exactly what she did. As far as his mother's concerned, Sandra had blood on her hands. So as the murder investigation gained momentum, frustration built, because Sandra proved elusive. Cops tried to pin her down as their main suspect in Alan's murder, but after the funeral, she'd slipped through their grasp like smoke. The deeper the Oklahoma City police dug, the more they realized Sandra was always one step ahead of them. From Sony Music Entertainment, this is Fatal Beauty. I'm Cooper Maul.

Episode three, Dead End. Turns out almost as soon as the coroner zipped up the body bag in Oklahoma City, Sandra didn't just hire her own PI. She quickly went down to the Dallas County probate court and had herself appointed administrator of his estate. That's the person a court officially puts in charge when someone passes away. They gather assets, pay off debts, and make sure whatever's left of the deceased's goes to the right people, all according to state law.

In Allen's case, a $220,000 life insurance policy was on the line. Here's John Leek, author of The Meaning of Malice again. She was anxious for the payout as soon as possible. Oklahoma police detectives Pacheco and Mitchell decided it was time to pay the widow a visit in Dallas. She had the motives. The detectives figured she might give them more time if she was on her own turf. But when they arrived at Sandra's front door, she barely gave them the time of day. In fact, she shut them down.

Detective Pacheco tried to appeal to her better instincts. Help us help you. Help us find whoever murdered your beloved Alan. But Sandra, she didn't budge. The Oklahoma City police kind of marveled at the fact that instead of simply cooperating to help them track down Alan's killer, she retained counsel and refused to talk to the police. From the moment Oklahoma City police detectives touched down in Big D,

the investigation was looking like an uphill battle. They still had no physical evidence tying Sandra to Alan's death, just their suspicion and a trail of coincidences that seemed too eerie to ignore. Alan wasn't just going out to meet any estranged wife. He was meeting a woman who in 1982 was the last known contact of another person found

shot in the head. And seven years before, Sandra was the last person to see her first husband also found shot in the head. At a certain point, one has to start lending some credence to this just can't all be a coincidence. I tried to get the detectives who pursued this case to talk to me. Detective Pacheco, well, let's just say, his wife hung up on me more than once. Ron Mitchell never shied away from talking to the press about Alan's murder, but he passed

away before I got the chance. Leek's been generous sharing what Detective Mitchell told him in interviews, so he filled us in on this part of the investigation. Detectives decided to see if any of what Sandra had told them about Allen in that awkward interview before his funeral was true. The drugs, the gambling, the shady company. Who was the victim hanging around with? What was going on in the victim's life?

What they learned only strengthened their belief that Alan's death was no random tragedy. They just couldn't find any evidence that he was hanging around with dangerous people. Pretty quickly, the Oklahoma City police detectives realized this is just pure assertion from the widow. Sandra's so-called tips were not checking out. Next, investigators tried to nail down Sandra's movements the night Alan disappeared. Her alibi was simple. She showed up at the storage unit in Garland at 5.15 p.m., waited around for Alan for an hour, but he didn't show.

So she decided to get on with her evening. Friends corroborated they'd seen her for dinner and a movie, that she wasn't in for the night till late, around 1.45 AM. That didn't mean she was innocent, though, because the detective's running theory was, if Sandra did kill Alan, it was before she would have met the Franks. She would have had time to have committed this crime during the two hours before she actually

met these people. Here's what I wonder. I've chewed over this case with a few reporters now, some folks who have been in this thing for almost as long as I've been alive. They've all shared some viable theories of what could have gone down during the time Sandra was unaccounted for. Maybe she killed him, left him at the storage unit or even her own garage, went to dinner, then came back for his body. Alan was found near an airport. When she got home that night, she could have driven him to Oklahoma City late at night, then hopped on a short flight back to Dallas. Or she might've had Allen stored somewhere in Dallas for a few days.

She could've driven to Oklahoma City that Sunday or Monday even. After all, Allen's body was found four days after he disappeared. Nailing Sandra down on the timing thing would've been a lot easier if she had just cooperated. Instead, she got her PI, Bill Deere, on the case. Remember, Sandra had asked him to find out who had really done

this before Allen's body had been found? Her private investigator is trying to clear her name, so he made a request he thought would help. Bill asks her to take a polygraph test. If she passed, Then you're going to be able to show the police, look, I had nothing to do with this. That's Whitley again. On December 23rd, Sandra and Bill Deer paid a visit to the polygraph examiner's office.

Sandra brought her friend Susan for moral support. She hung back in the parking lot. She comes out and she's crying and she says, I failed it. Polygraphs aren't always accurate. So a week later, they tried again. A polygraph translates every spike in your pulse into suspicion, inked onto a cold, unfeeling graph.

Feeling a polygraph is like watching a trap you didn't know you were in suddenly snap shut. And it had pinned down Sandra again. Two questions in particular vexed her. Do you know who was responsible for the murder of Alan Rarig? Did you kill Alan Rarig? Look, these days, a polygraph is considered by many a pseudoscience. You'd be hard-pressed to find a judge willing to vouch they're legit.

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She told Al that she was pregnant. This was all new to Gloria. Why wouldn't he have told her she was going to be a grandma? And what happened to her grandchild? Gloria called up Phil, Alan's friend in Dallas, to see what he knew. Here's what she said he told her. Just a year earlier, before the newlyweds could pick a baby name or the color they'd paint the nursery, Sandra made a frantic call to Alan. Phil and Alan happened to be together that night, actually.

The two had just returned from a basketball game. She had stopped at a 7-Eleven or someplace and called him and told him that she had had a miscarriage and that it was twin boys and they were redheaded. She had been pregnant with twins. Two babies gone. Gingers, just like their dad. Devastation hit Allen. In the short time he'd known he was going to become a father, he'd let himself dream of tucking his kid into bed, teaching him to read. And now he'd lost two babies? And he grieved over that.

In the days following the miscarriage, Allen was met with armloads of support. The people at his office were just grieving with him, and they took dinner to the house like you do when somebody passes away. When Gloria recounted this tragedy to me, I had some questions. At the risk of sounding insensitive so early in a pregnancy, how would the twins have red hair? You can't see hair on an ultrasound until the end of the second trimester.

Gloria loves Alan and remembers him fondly. But let's just say, when I asked her about this discrepancy, she didn't mince words. He was too dumb to know that she couldn't have had twins that had red hair. Alan took the miscarriage for what it was, a tragedy. But Gloria was skeptical. It was summer by the time Gloria found out the truth about Sandra's miscarriage. I got in touch with somebody that knew

that she had had a hysterectomy. If she didn't have a uterus... She couldn't even get pregnant. Gloria was speechless. Her son, who'd hoped to be a father one day, had married a woman who couldn't have any more kids and never told him. A woman who'd lied about being pregnant with twins, lied about having miscarried. It's just unbelievable.

Unbelievable. Unbelievable. That's what was so infuriating to me because Al would have been such a wonderful father. She had taken all that away and had lied to him about that. And if Sandra was capable of lying about this, where did she draw the line? From the start she'd played him, He was never going to be a father. This was it. Gloria felt she had to stop Sandra from profiting off her son's death. His money should stay within the family. Not go to the woman she suspected of taking his life.

Nearly six months after Allen was shot to death, Gloria still hadn't heard any new developments from detectives on arresting Sandra. But she did hear from the life insurance company that sold Alan his policy. And the news wasn't good. Since Sandra hadn't been arrested, she was going to get the payout. In 24 hours, Gloria knew if she had any chance of stopping Sandra from getting that 220,000, she needed to get a lawyer ASAP. A friend had given me a name, David Wise, of an attorney in Dallas.

And I contacted him and asked if he would help me with the death of my son. David Wise was a probate attorney in Dallas. He wasn't a cop, but he was exactly the kind of professional Gloria needed, someone who could fight Sandra in court, stalled out life insurance payout, and if possible, strip Sandra of her power over Allen's estate. I get a call from one of the lawyers in the law firm in Oklahoma City saying, look, we have a client and his son we think was murdered,

and his wife's about to get the insurance proceeds. All we need you to do is draft a letter and take it basically down the street to the insurance company, but it needs to be there tonight or first thing in the morning. Over the phone, he took Gloria's case. We filed to have Sandra removed and prevent the payment out of the estate and prevent the insurance companies from doing anything. The letter claimed Sandra, the beneficiary, was the prime suspect in Allen's murder, so the payout should be delayed, at least until that suspicion could be ruled out or

proven. David didn't stop there. We're talking murder here. This wasn't nearly a probate case. So he set up a hearing before Nicky DeChaso, judge of Dallas County's probate court. He subpoenaed Detectives Mitchell and Pacheco to come along with him. David Shazzo, Judge, Pacheco's Lawyer, Pacheco's Lawyer, and Pacheco's Lawyer So we get before the court, I got there early, and went in chambers with the judge and these two other lawyers for Sandra.

Criminal defense attorneys and probate court, more fodder for the claim David was there to make. I said, well, you know, we think it is a criminal matter. If David wanted to approach it that way, Judge Deshazaux was prepared to play by those rules. Here he is recounting what she said. Mr. Wise, you alleged murder, so the murder proof in our hearing today is going to be beyond a reasonable doubt instead of by preponderance of evidence. Let's just say David was frustrated. It's some BS.

I said, Judge, it's another criminal court. You cannot hold my client to that high standard of proof. She said, well, it's my court. I'm going to do what I want to do and I'm going to hold it to that. They left it at that, and the hearing would be continued at a later date. If Sandra couldn't be the administrator of Allen's estate, they had to put someone else up for the job. David suggested Alan's cousin, Robert Smith.

He was local to the area and willing to rise to the occasion. Robert was married and had three children. In early July, an official application was filed to remove Sandra's administrator and replace her with Robert. Eleven days after that petition was filed, Robert was then found shot to death in his vehicle parked in his home garage. Again, very cursory investigation, and then it was ruled suicide. Robert stood in Sandra's way, plain and simple.

So she might've had a motive to kill. And yet, it's unclear if Robert's death was ever investigated as a homicide. His death quickly deemed a suicide. By now, you're probably thinking, how on earth does this keep happening? That question was nagging me too. It seemed to me, whether a death gets deemed a suicide or not was awfully subjective.

Turns out, it wasn't until 1988 that the forensic scientists and medical community started laying out the criteria for what makes suicide a suicide. And that was two years after the last suicide in Sandra's orbit. But get this, in America, there's no universal standard for coroners or medical examiners to follow to this very day. That means a determination that a death is a suicide, not a murder, is a judgment call. Coroners and medical examiners commonly rely on what first responders say, or witnesses who say the deceased seemed suicidal

or was depressed. I was shocked when I found this out, because shouldn't it take more than a witness's word to have a death be ruled a suicide, for murder to be off the table? Especially if, like in Sandra Bridewell's case, they stood to gain financially. Detectives were still digging for that burden of proof the judge required. Until early that September, David Wise got some good news.

David Wise, Attorney for the Judge of the District of Oklahoma, The Chaco and Mitchell told me that they were getting close in Oklahoma. They thought they would have enough evidence to indict her. For Alan's murder, it was circumstantial evidence, but a lot of it. How she stood to get the life insurance payout, how Sandra lied about Alan having shady connections

or a drug habit, her odd behavior after his death, not cooperating. Her alibi wasn't rock solid either. The detectives hoped, altogether, it would be enough for a grand jury to indict Sandra. David notified the court, and detectives Pacheco and Mitchell. They made this assurance to Gloria Rarick

that an indictment was imminent. It would be presented to the grand jury in Oklahoma City that November, a different court than where the probate battle was playing out. Then in a bizarre turn of events, Sandra made a shocking move in the battle for Alan's cash. She resigned. So there's no need for a hearing. But the damage had already been done. One hundred and two thousand of the two hundred and twenty thousand had already been done. $102,000 of the $220,000 had already gone, paid towards debts, legal fees, and expenses

that Allen had no idea she'd accrued. They paid out half because she had presented certain expenses on behalf of the estate. The remaining $118,000? If she wasn't indicted, it was all hers. And she was going gonna need it. These families trying to help her out because she's just a poor widowed woman, whatever. She had used up all those people

and so those resources were gone. This is Carrie Hussinson. She's a private investigator who went to unbelievable lengths to trace Sandra's web of deception. By 1986, Hussinson told me she didn't have any allies. Not anymore. She had become a pariah in Highland Park.

Between being named a prime suspect in a murder and duking it out in probate court with her former mother-in-law, Nobody wanted anything to do with her, so she needed fresh hunting grounds. Back then, in the 80s, pre-internet, it was easier to start over, to head somewhere new and wipe your slate clean.

If there's no Reddit, anonymous haters can't keep resurfacing the allegations against you. So Sandra truly could leave for California, put her blinkers on, and try a new scheme, one that didn't require walking down the aisle. And it's a much bigger pond and they don't know who she is. Psst, here's a list of reasons to use Instacart. The game is on. The game just ended.

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Tucked just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco, Marin County feels like a world of its own. Where rolling hills meet the Pacific, redwoods stretch toward the sky, and affluence is woven into the fabric of daily life. She enrolled the two girls in Branson School, which is a well-known private school, very hoity-toity. The Bridewells, yeah, Sandra dropped Rarick when she got there, moved into a luxury apartment

near the San Francisco Yacht Club. Ever since I heard she'd moved to California, I wondered about the timing. If you're facing an indictment, why put down roots when there's a possibility of jail time? Huskinson reminded me who we're dealing with here. It was a good tactical move. And not only that, with the indictment, they'd have to extradite her, which she could fight.

So it was a smart move, calculating that Sandra. Well, about that indictment. A couple of months goes by and there's nothing about a grand jury being impaneled. And it just didn't happen. I have no idea why it didn't happen. Alan's mother is at her wits end. Gloria then calls the prosecutor's office and says, like, well, what's the deal? I thought that you guys were gonna indict her.

— Turns out they were making other plans. — The DA says the FBI is taking over the case. They have more resources and more jurisdictions. — This was the first Gloria had heard anything about that. Naturally, she was curious whether the FBI could make any bona fide progress on her son's murder case. Gloria told me their response was underwhelming. — They didn't know anything more than what the Oklahoma City police had said. — That's all the contact she ever had with them. The FBI never seems to get any

traction in this case. Nothing ever comes of it. That is one of the big mysteries. I reached out to the FBI to ask about Alan's murder. I asked them if they ever called in his widow Sandra for an interview. I asked whether they ever nailed down her whereabouts from the day Alan went missing to four days later when he was found. I asked what evidence they were able to unearth that Oklahoma police hadn't. There was a lot of back and forth after I first reached out. Would I be able to get to the bottom of this mystery? Then public affairs passed along final comment.

The FBI's field office in Oklahoma were unable to help me, just like they were unable to help then. For her part, Gloria lost her nerve after Sandra went on the offensive. She hired a lawyer who made it clear that she should watch what she says about Sandra publicly. And that was it for Gloria. She dropped her claim to block the remainder of the death benefit. The last of Alan's life insurance, the $118,000, went to Sandra. It was devastating. It really was. This wasn't about the money.

The end of the probate battle signaled an end to the investigation into Allen altogether. It seemed like it was totally a cold case. When Allen was murdered in 1985, she didn't just lose him. She lost the future she had dreamed for him. And worst of all, she believed the person responsible walked away free. Sandra had the motive, the lies, and the payout, but no charges were ever filed. They had a jurisdictional battle going on between the Dallas Police Department and Oklahoma City Police Department because they found the body in Oklahoma City and the Dallas police didn't seem to want

to be involved in it because the body was found in Oklahoma and they should have been more involved. You know, it's a situation where the FBI should have been involved early on. They let the rabbit out of the trap with her. Here David Wise is talking about all law enforcement. I reached out to the Dallas Police Department to see what a spokesperson had to say about his allegations that they should have been more involved. David Wise alleged they had dropped the ball.

The spokesperson from the Dallas PD had no comment. Sandra was officially free to start over, without criminal charges. It seemed no one could stop her. I think she began scamming men almost as soon as she moved to California. And that is based on me talking to men who she came on to, who she borrowed money from. That's the reporter Glenna Whitley. She told me Sandra set quite the elaborate trap in Marin County.

She moves to California with a house full of expensive, antiques, china, you know, all the trappings that make her look like she comes from old money. Sandra acted like she didn't need their money, but that's exactly what she was after. She is able to get their confidence very quickly and plays upon their masculine sympathy to protect this beautiful woman who seems to find them so irresistible. And one of them was a guy named Dennis Cuba. An attorney who was recently separated from his wife, instantly captivated by Sandra. In August of 88, the two met at a dinner party in Sonoma County, wine country.

She was beautiful but not flashy, sophisticated but not intimidating, just mysterious enough to make a man lean in, just tragic enough to make him want to help. She kind of evoked a sense of protectiveness in him. As their relationship deepened, she confided in Dennis about temporary financial setbacks, delayed trust fund disbursements, and postponed real estate deals. Their affair was getting intense, and Dennis was moved by her plight, and he just wanted to help her. So he offered her a loan. Would $5,000 work?

He actually takes out money on a credit card and gives it to her. She promised to pay him back. His mistake was believing her. He thought, well, she's got to be good for it. He sees all of her art and her antiques and the way she dressed, the way she carried herself. Sandra spun stories like silk. There was always something. Subtle. Desperate. Always justified.

Her son's college tuition, rent, airfare, hotel rooms, car repairs. But it kept going and going. The request grew more frequent and substantial. Dennis even racked up credit card debt for her. She promised to pay him back. She just needed a little money just to help her get through a rough patch. But here's the thing. It's not getting paid back.

But here's the thing. It's not getting paid back. In about three months, Dennis had loaned Sandra nearly $24,000. That's over $63,000 today. He starts to realize, wait a minute, what's going on here? Before Dennis could get an answer, or a promissory note signed for that matter, Sandra's explanations became vague. The woman who had once been warm, affectionate, and grateful, now seemed distant. She stops returning his phone calls and standing him up for dates.

Sandra ghosted him. Dennis' date might have ditched him and the bill, but he wasn't alone. In January 89, He gets a call from another guy named Tom Finney. One Mark had officially met the other. When they compared notes, you know, there's some similarities between the situations. Here's Tom Finney on San Francisco's News Center 4. She has very dark eyes that really, I believe, penetrates a person's mind.

When the 45-year-old insurance executive learned he'd been duped by the Dallas damsel in distress, he took it to the press. Dennis Kuba? He wasn't as media friendly. Kuba declined an interview with News Center 4. Friends say he's too embarrassed. He never responded to my calls or letters either. In the news segment, Tom Finney appears with his wife,

also named Sandra. Today, both of the Finneys have passed away. But here's what his wife said at the time about Sandra. She has very hypnotic eyes. Uh, if I ever met her again, I certainly want to want to look in her eyes. I would truly be frightened too. The couple had met Sandra at a dinner party. Unbeknownst to his wife, Sandra had called Mr.

Finney asking for help. There was something she wanted to run by him. You guessed it. She needed money. Here's what Tom Finney said about it. The FDIC happened to be investigating this bank and that her trust was frozen and that she could not get any money.

And as a result of this, she was unable to pay her rent. She was unable to pay tuition for the her kids at this at the school. And if she could have a very short term loan. Ten thousand dollars to be exact. Tom Finney actually takes money out of his retirement account. I asked Whitley, who interviewed him in 1989, what Tom told her was his rationale for loaning money to this virtual stranger.

I gave it to her because I felt sorry for her. I gave it to her because I felt sorry. Sandra had an uncanny ability to make men do what she wanted them to. She weaponized sorrow with the precision of a seasoned predator. Tom Finney said yes, and over the next several weeks, says he loaned Bridewell more than $70,000 and has the canceled checks and wire transfers to prove it.

That amount didn't go unnoticed by his wife. Of course, you're married. It's your retirement account, too, you know. Tom had to come clean. He tells his wife, and she was just aghast. He assured her that the two never had an affair. But she was livid he'd given away their money. Can you blame her?

Mrs. Finney had Tom call Sandra up to recover the fund's stat. Here's Whitley recounting what Sandra had to say about that. She said, well, I think you gave me that money. If you want to divorce your wife and come live with me, you can enjoy your money. That was it. And it turned out, of course, that Sandra didn't just ruin the lives of these men.

Whitley found out she'd stolen from a stable of men, men who'd been left broken, and in some cases, their lives hollowed out like gutted fish. The ones who fought back found themselves ensnared in something even darker. An undeniable sense that Sandra wasn't just taking their money. She was taking their dignity, piece by piece. And most of these guys don't say much about it. They don't want to admit that they've been taken by a beautiful woman who's giving them sex and adoration.

And then when she can't pay the money back, or has never intended to pay the money back, she dumps them and moves on. — But Tom, he was willing to take Sandra to task. This is just speculation, but I've got a feeling his wife lit a fire under his ass. When the money was not repaid, Finney finally sued her in March.

Bridewell's lawyer filed papers claiming any money was a gift. Tom Finney never saw a cent. He couldn't afford to pursue it. It seemed like there was no chance of him getting any money back because there was nothing in writing. And she's going to say, oh, we were having an affair and he gave me that money. Sandra didn't work and had three children,

yet her lifestyle didn't falter. She afforded her life by destroying other peoples. Had this been Sandra's game all along? Did she manipulate men, then blackmail them? She certainly had a type. She targeted wealthy men, respected men, church-going types, men with something to lose. I knew about Thomas Finney. I had also heard rumblings when I was in Dallas over in Highland Park that she had done this

to other people. And so it's just part of her MO. That's private investigator Carrie Huskinson again. She was hired by the wife of one of Sandra's later victims. Every man she ever encountered, she knew exactly how to play them. In California, Sandra would pursue men, take up with them, and threaten to expose their dalliance. Men were Sandra's currency.

Their silence? Her insurance. Between Dennis Kuba and Tom Finney, Sandra raked in over $90,000. And she didn't even have to marry either of them. Her past? Unknown to them. Until it wasn't. They checked into Bridewell's past in Dallas and soon learned of a cover story on her in

a Dallas publication called D Magazine, a report titled The Black Widow. Allen's murder hadn't made a headline beyond local news, but now the cat was creeping out of the bag. On the next episode of Fatal Beauty, a Christian wife hires a tenacious private investigator. I got a call at about 3 30 in the morning. She was crying. And then she said she had found long black hairs

on her pillow. It turns out her husband had taken up with a mysterious brunette. And that's when she found out her name was Camille. Wait a second. Who? ["Fatal Beauty"] Don't want to wait for that next episode? You don't have to. Unlock all episodes of Fatal Beauty ad-free right now by subscribing to the Binge Podcast

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