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.”
A psychiatrist’s.
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.” basic instinct dr beth garner
“No.” Beth’s voice dropped. “But I understand her. That’s what scares you, isn’t it? Not that Catherine kills. But that someone like her can look so much like someone like me.”
“She smiled. Said, ‘That’s the difference between you and me, Beth. You think the self is something to protect. I think it’s something to escape.’” She reached past him, opened the door
“One more thing,” he said. “The ice pick in Roxy’s apartment. It had your prints on it.”
“Did she?”
Beth rose, walked to the window, her back to him. “What do you want, Nick? The truth? The truth is Catherine is brilliant and hollow. She studies people like specimens. And yes—she tried to seduce me once. To see if she could.”