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Which, she’d learned long ago, was far more dangerous.

“Did she?”

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. basic instinct dr beth garner

“That’s not what her file says.”

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. Which, she’d learned long ago, was far more dangerous