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.
Which, she’d learned long ago, was far more dangerous. basic instinct dr beth garner
Then she smiled. Not Catherine’s smile. Not a killer’s. As he left, Beth picked up a pen
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.” As he left