Marshall ignored the question entirely, his eyes fixed past Corbin on the apartment doorway.

“This situation involves a historical corporate matter that should be handled only through proper executive channels.”

And behind him, Corbin felt rather than saw Lianna go still.

She pulled the door slightly closer to her body, and her face lost its color, and her eyes locked onto the attorney with an expression that was not confusion.

Corbin understood it in an instant, and the understanding rearranged the entire evening: Lianna was not bewildered by the sudden appearance of a corporate lawyer at her door.

She knew exactly who Marshall Crane was.