Basic Instinct Dr Beth Garner ((link)) -

Nick’s breath caught. For a moment, he saw it: the same calm, the same surgical precision behind the eyes. But Beth’s had a different temperature. Colder. More patient.

“You said you wanted to talk about the case,” he began. “Not about me.”

She reached past him, opened the door. “Session’s over, Detective. Go solve your case. Or don’t. But don’t mistake my empathy for confession.” basic instinct dr beth garner

“One more thing,” he said. “The ice pick in Roxy’s apartment. It had your prints on it.”

Beth smiled. It was the same smile she’d used in her testimony: patient, clinical, just shy of pity. “Nick, you’ve been chasing Catherine Tramell for three years. You’ve watched her lie, seduce, manipulate. And now you’re sleeping with her.” Nick’s breath caught

Beth’s expression flickered—a micro-flinch, gone before it could be named. “Catherine and I shared a dissertation advisor. That’s all.”

Which, she’d learned long ago, was far more dangerous. Colder

A psychiatrist’s.