Basic Instinct Dr Beth Garner May 2026

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.”

Nick’s hand curled around the armrest. “You knew her. In grad school. Before she started killing people.” basic instinct dr beth garner

Nick stood. “And what did she say?”

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.” The room felt smaller

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.” “You’re trying to find a monster in me

As he left, Beth picked up a pen from her desk—a sleek, silver Montblanc. She clicked it once, twice, watching him walk down the hall.