“Did I?” He studied her. “Or did you give it to her? As a suggestion?”

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.”

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.”

He moved closer. “You’re not like her.”