[This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidental.]
She attracted men like a flower does bees. One flutter of her eyelashes, one hint of a smile, and she had them where she wanted them- at her feet. She had her group of ardent admirers. But that was not enough- she wanted to collect them all.
I could have killed her when she stole my man. She had so many, why did she want the only man who had ever cared for me?
Now she is dead. Someone's murdered her. I say good riddance. But, I am the detective assigned to her case. I need to find her killer.