“Did I?” He studied her. “Or did you give it to her? As a suggestion?”
“You canceled our last two sessions.” She leaned forward, the silk of her blouse catching the lamplight. “You’re not here for insight. You’re here because you want me to tell you she’s guilty, so you can stop wanting her.” basic instinct dr beth garner
Beth didn’t blink. “I was her therapist, Nick. She stole it from my office months ago. You knew that.” “Did I
“You said you wanted to talk about the case,” he began. “Not about me.” she’d learned long ago
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.