The room felt smaller. Beth took a step toward him—not seductive, not defensive. Curious. “You’re trying to find a monster in me because the one in Catherine’s bed is too close to your own reflection.”
A psychiatrist’s.
Then she smiled. Not Catherine’s smile. Not a killer’s. basic instinct dr beth garner
Dr. Beth Garner’s office smelled of sandalwood and old books—a curated warmth meant to disarm. Across from her, Detective Nick Curran shifted in the leather chair, his jaw tight. The room felt smaller
Beth turned. For the first time, something raw bled through the composure. “She asked me what I’d do if no one ever knew. If consequence didn’t exist.” A pause. “I told her I’d still be myself.” basic instinct dr beth garner