Back in the Jungle

Christmas is almost here. I cannot believe I have spent the last few weeks in the Amazon with Anna on a mission. Holly is less then thrilled, she hates the jungle. After the mess last year, so do I. I hope this caper wraps up soon. Christmas in the jungle is not what I had in mind. All this bickering with Anna is grating on my nerves and Holly looks ready to shoot both us. I thought we were supposed to be retired. How the hell did I end up here?

Checking in

Holly and I have thoroughly enjoyed our time getting to know each other again. It was not long before that bloody cell phone started ringing again. I knew we should have thrown both of them into the ocean when we had the chance. It seems we have impressed some people with our partnership on our last caper, that our services were required on another caper. We have been deep uncover and I cannot discuss any of the details. Seems retirement is one thing it is difficult for the both of us to manage. At least, we are together. I love working so closely with Holly. She never ceases to amaze me.

I will check in from time to time. I am hoping we can get a visit to Port Charles in soon. Right now, Anna is there visiting Robin and reliving her teenaged years trying to help Noah impersonate an ailing Eli Love. You know, that is something I wish I could see. Poor Robin is stressing over the whole thing. She should know her mother has a good head on her shoulders and she should not worry.

And now for a little sunshine

It is finally all over. We got Helena under lock and key. Holly's plan had me worried about her. She was in a lot of danger, but her plan worked brilliantly! I had to admit she is a fantastic agent and she has not stopped gloating since I said it. She is beautiful when she rubs it in.

So, to fill you all in, Helena had gotten Mikkos' weather machine up and running, with the help of those kidnapped scientists (I never knew meteorologists had real education - I just thought they looked pretty on the TV news). This time it was more powerful than Mikkos had ever dreamed it could be, instead of just freezing Port Charles, this thing was strong enough to freeze the whole damn world.

The catch was that it required all those jewels we found in the Markham Islands to get the bloody thing to work. The bounty hunters botched Helena's plans when they stole them and sold them. Holly and Helena had been chasing those jewels all over the globe. Luckily for Holly, I was there to help her. That is when everything started to go in her favor and she managed to obtain half of the jewels. We just lured Helena into our trap and she completely fell for it. Holly used herself as bait and I closed the trap for her.

Holly just retired and gave up being an agent and we plan on celebrating her retirement on the beach. We are going to head back to Port Charles soon. We need to visit with Robin and let our friends know what was really going on last year. I think Holly wants us to take on the mob and rid PC of all the riff-raff. Right now, I think I am going to take on the mob that will surely be surrounding her on the
beach if I don't get down there soon.

I will try to check back in, but don't worry if you don't hear from us, it just means we're too busy catching up. Now to enjoy our victory!!!

Working Together

This is a disaster. It looks like our only choice is the plan Holly has concocted. And her plan puts her right in the middle of all the danger. She just expects me to be bloody all right with all of it! After all the time we lost together, she thinks I am going to be perfectly willing to allow her to willingly walk into danger. Bloody hell, she isn't just walking into it, she is practically courting it. Fortunately for her, I will be right there to make sure she is safe. She might think she has this all planned out, but the old man still has a few tricks up his sleeve. We always did make a great team. I think that is the key here. This is her plan, but we will make it work together.

Making Progress

Seems that Helena has resurrected an old Cassadine past-time of trying to put the world back into the Ice Age. Fortunately, the world has a couple of crackerjack agents to foil their plans. Holly and I have managed to find and rescue those scientists Helena kidnapped. Although, their work was completed and the old bat flew the cave with the finished weather machine. Of course, it seems she cannot use it without the rest of the jewels.

I managed to get Holly through it all completely unscathed. I cannot say the same thing. I am not as young as I used to be and those thugs of Helena's seemed to have been working out a lot. Holly seems to be spending too much time gloating over the success of her plan, OUR plan. You would think she would be a little more sensitive. I remember when she used to be a little more sympathetic to my injuries.

I can see she has that look in her eye. I have a feeling she is cooking up a new plan, and I have a feeling I am not going to like it.

She is going to drive me crazy...

I have no idea what the bloody hell Holly was thinking. Correct that, she was not thinking at all. I cannot believe that she would use herself as bait to lure out Helena. Lord only knows what would have happened if I hadn't have shown up! She was fuming that I spoiled her plan. What kind of plan is dangling those bloody jewels in front of Helena? I know she has been doing this for quite awhile now, but this is the Cassadines we are dealing with here. What makes me even more furious is she did this without telling me. She can be so damn impetuous. Right now she is so mad at me, she is being positively icy. I am hoping the weekend and some good news might create a little thaw. What a far cry from a few nights ago.... I cannot wait until this bloody caper is over and done.

May 7th

Holly always complained how I used to always put work ahead of her. Well, this time it is going to be different. Today is a very special day for us and I am going to surprise her. This whole business with the Cassadines can wait for one bloody night. Even if we are working on it together, tonight there is something else we need to work on together. 24 years ago today, Holly and I made love for the first time. We might have spend most of the last 24 years apart, but I have never forgotten that night. You can call me sentimental, but there is nothing I want more than to celebrate with Holly, the anniversary of the night she finally let me into her heart and showed me what true love really was.

"Jewelry takes people's minds off your wrinkles"

Well, we've had a few comments regarding the recent lack of blog entries. What can I say? Holly and I've been busy...reconnecting. Now, get your minds out of the gutter. I don't just mean that.

At this point, it feels like we have more questions than answers. I hate that feeling. We do know that an old friend seems to have a sudden and particular interest in some pretty gems. The reason why is not clear, but whenever the Cassadines show any interest in anything, it makes one nervous. But maybe the old bat just wants a pretty necklace. Ah, who am I kidding? Things are never that simple.

Together at Last!

So, we finally met and laid it all out on the table. No secrets for either of us. I am still trying to comprehend everything I learned. I have to say, as we compared notes, she has done a bloody amazing job. I always knew she had a brillant mind. She never ceases to amaze me. However, I just could not let that distract me from a little gloating that she still needed MY help! I might have gone a little too far with the teasing though. At one point, she threatened to knock me out again. She is adorable when she gets angry.

On the serious side, I am glad she finally came to me. These are dangerous people she is dealing with in this. She should never have been doing this without back-up. I am worried sick that she has thrown herself in the middle of a dangerous situation. At least now she has me to watch her back. There is nothing I would not do to protect her.

I think this collaboration is going to work out. We always did work well together. Plus, there are other benefits to all of this. I fully intend to explore all of them.

Finally!! I am needed....

I got a phone call today. And my assistance was asked for. Seems as though “someone” has realized that they need my help after all. That’s right, my help. Mine. Can you tell how much I’m enjoying this? After everything that has been said, after all the fights, arguments and denials, she needs my help. I have much “rubbing in” to do, I mean, she did try to drive home the point that she could handle this all on her own by whacking me with a steel lamp! I deserve some gloating time, right? It'll be even better face to face.

Plus, I just came upon a bit of info about my lovely wife that I’m still trying to digest. I’m not sure why it was such a shock, but it was. Anyway, that’s one more thing we’ll have to talk about. We meet day after tomorrow and lay all our cards on the table, should be quite interesting.

Wait, I just thought of something. If she’s finally going to tell me everything and knowing what I now know about her and after everything she’s done to keep me out of this, then she must really be in trouble! Now I’m really worried.

Hang on luv and watch your back.

A Belated Easter Greeting

A belated Happy Easter to everyone. I love that the all the airports now have wireless internet! I just left Port Charles. I am sitting in JFK. Who knew April could be so bloody cold. This weather is so strange. I wanted to spend a little holiday time with Robin and Mac. I also needed to find out what was going on with Robin. I am still not sure why she moved into Dracula's castle with a Cassadine. Sometimes I seriously wonder what the bloody hell she is thinking. She gave me some strange story, but i was not buying any of it. Drake called the house three times while I was there and came over once. She sent him packing. I almost felt sorry for him. I can only guess she is using Nikolas to get rid of Drake. She certainly had no interest in talking about it with me. I left Anna a message. If anyone can get her to talk, it would be her. The more i tried to talk, the more she put me off. She seemed far more interested in what I had been doing and Holly. I filled her in, but I did not tell her the bit about Holly knocking me out. She did not need to hear about that. I still have a lump from that! The Droppen may have a paper shade, but the steel base does pack a hellva punch.

Anyway, Robin insisted she was fine and I should go help Holly. I took a day or two to try and put together some of my information. I am off again.

IKEA Adventure

So, I followed Holly into the Ikea store. I managed to get in just before they closed the store. The other customers were all gone, except for the three of them. None of the employees had noticed them. They only seemed interested in getting out of there. She followed these two guys and watched some sort of transaction taking place in a corner of the store. One of the men got away, but Holly stopped the other one. It looked like she was arresting him? Or holding him up? She got whatever he just obtained in that transaction, but then the other bloke came back behind her and ambushed her.

Before she could even react, my old instincts kicked in. I hit him with a Droppen lamp and knocked him out. She was annoyed, said she could handle herself. I told her she should never be working without back up. Initially she seemed somewhat happy, but it faded quickly with whatever was in or should I say not in that bag. I haven't seen Holly that angry in years. She was going on at how she could handle things and she didn't need any help from me. As a matter of fact, she said I was complicating everything by following her around. I turned my back on her for a second, and I think she hit me with the bloody Droppen or whatever the hell it is called. Next thing I know, it is morning, I am lying on the floor with a splitting headache and she and the other bloke were gone and several IKEA personnel were staring down at me. I swear this woman is driving me crazy.

Shopping for Answers

So I am sitting here in Stockholm staring at the home of Ikea. Why would Holly be here? Maybe I should kill two birds with one stone and have a couch sent to Robin and Patrick. That way they can stop fighting with each other. Although, now I hear she is moving in with Cassadine? On Spoon Island no less. You would think she would not like that place. It was Faison's home at one time and that bastard did nothing but turn all of our lives upside down. I don't know how she can feel at home in that dark and creepy place.

I just saw a couple of man enter the store. And I believe that was Holly slowly following and watching them. Now she has gone in as well. Looks like I will be following. Who knows, I might find more than a bloody couch here tonight!

Thanks for the tip Connie! It seems to be paying off! I will update you soon.

Taking a New Perspective

My thanks to whomever suggested the Guinness for my hangover. Truly one of Ireland's great contributions to the world. Needless to say, I will never give up on Holly. However, I think it is high time I began to tackle this caper from another angle. Obviously she is caught up with something and she may well be in over her head. She is just so bloody stubborn. To think, she is protecting ME? Robert Scorpio? Superspy? I think my time is better served finding out from other sources why she thinks I need protecting. Connie has emailed me some new details. I need to sort out what I know, and what it all means.

I checked on Robin today. She has healed up and started working again. Just like her old man, never letting a bullet stop her from anything. I wish she would take it easy, she could have died. She has also moved back into our old house with Mac for a while. I am not exactly sure I understand why. Probably more furniture issues at work with Drake.

Holly, I am relieved to hear that you are not involved in your family's business anymore. I am truly sorry if I hurt you. Why won't you tell me what you are up to?? I have faith in you, but little patience when I am separated from where I want to be or should I say with whom I want to be. I cannot give up Holly. It is just not who I am.

Hair of the Dog That Bit You

Oh Bloody Hell. I do believe this is the worst hangover I've ever had. I followed Holly to Dublin and then headed South and caught up to her yesterday in a little pub in Wicklow. We had words over her slipping out like that back in New Orleans. She yelled at me for following her. I had to kiss her to shut her up. Of course that didn't really work. We went back and forth about what the hell she's up to but she refuses to tell me anything. Since it was St. Paddy's Day and there was many a night I had to help a slightly inebriated Holly up the stairs, I suggested we drink. I thought if I got her a little tipsy she might be more forthcoming about whatever she's up to. We drank and flirted and drank and argued and drank and kissed and drank and drank some more. At some point I remember us getting a room. I can even remember us falling on to the bed. Then it's all a blank.

Did you slip me a micky or am I just getting old and unable to hold my liquor? When and where did you learn to drink like that? Do I even want to know?

I miss you, Holly. I'm off to drink this hangover away.

Climbing Mountains

It was another long flight the other day. My back is still killing me. I have to find out how to say Ibuprofen in French. I managed to make a few lists of what is motivating Holly these days and the significance of her destination choices. I think I might have come up with a few plausible ideas. I could not help but let my mind wander to finding her. Our last meeting was very memorable, but in terms of information, not so much. I know she is running from something or someone and it would seem after something else. I don't believe for an instant she wanted anyone to get hurt.

Although, if she really did not want to hurt me, she would not choose to go to a place with so many bloody stairs. I mean, haven't the French ever heard of elevators? At least ones that go straight up and down, not the funiculaire which takes forever and I didn't even notice until it passed me on the way up. No wonder Montmartre translated to the Mountain of the Martyr. I haven't seen a trace of Holly though. I was walking through the open air cafes and looking through the crowds when I saw it. I had to go over and look more closely. She was here. She was definitely here. There was a painting of a beautiful woman sipping coffee at a cafe. I swear it was Holly. I bought the painting and the artist said, at least I think he said, he painted it earlier today. Now, I just have to figure out where she is staying. Maybe I should check out the couture houses.

Putting the pieces together

Paris is definitely a beautiful place with so much history. Too bad it has to be filled with so many French people. The wine is exceptional and I have spent a good part of today revisiting the past. My mind is working overtime trying to connect all the pieces to the puzzle. I am not sure I have all the pieces, and I'll be damned if some of them don't make any bloody sense.

I am finding the places Holly goes more and more interesting. I think she is trying to make it look random, but there is a definite pattern. I am in Paris now. I know she is here, but she was in London before coming here. What is driving her? There has to be a reason for all of this. For someone who had claimed she lost all her money, she is sure able to travel quite a bit. Just one more piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit. I have to check back with Connie. She might have dug up some more information for me.

Up, Up and Away

So, I'm off again...into the wild blue yonder. Holly leaves such great clues, but it would be so much easier if she'd just tell me what the bloody hell she's up to. Of course, with Holly, nothing was ever easy - which made for some of the most interesting times of my life! (Ha-Ha!)

And while I know what city she's in, I have no idea where she's staying. I need to do a bit of digging around on the internet. Have I said how much I love "surfing the net" as they say? It has really made things so much easier. And I'm waiting on an email from Connie, she may have something.

I stopped in Port Charles to see Robin and to pay my final respects to Alan. I missed the memorial, but I did speak to Monica and Tracy briefly. My heart breaks for both of them. It was all just such a sad and unnecessary thing to have happened.

Now I'm in the air, headed for Holly and hopefully, some answers.

Port Charles Just Got a Little Darker.

I just got a call from Robin. She is doing well, but she did have bad news. It seems Alan Quartermaine died of a heart attack. He was always good to Robin. He was there for her when she was diagnosed with HIV, and I understand he fought to take care of Robin when she was shot. Those thugs cost him his life. I cannot believe how that hostage situation went down. What the bloody hell is going on in that town! I should have made sure that little mobster didn't get that antidote last year. Tony Jones died, another good man, so a career criminal could live. I owe Alan a great deal. I suppose I will never have a chance to thank him for any of that. I remember suspecting him in quite a few crimes, Susan Moore's murder, the Beatrice case at that bloody spa. Not that he didn't have a temper, but Alan actually seemed to be normal among that crazy lot. He was a giant among men and Port Charles is going to be a little darker and sadder without him. He was a great man.

Thinking about Alan dying has gotten me thinking. You never know. One thing about Alan was he spent his life helping people and with his family. He had the love of his life beside him for something like 30 years. Damn it all, here I am chasing the love of my life all over the globe. I should never have left her alone all those years ago in Australia. I should have told her how much I loved her 15 years ago. We lost so many years. I am more determined then ever to find her. I refuse to waste the rest of my life living it without her.

On the Road Again.

I checked in with Robin again. It seems tragedy has helped ease all her relationship trouble with Drake. It is about damn time he realized my little girl is special! I must remember to send Emily Quartermaine some flowers for saving Robin's life.

In the meantime, I've been having a hell of a time figuring out where Holly went this time. I am pretty sure she left the area. It is still quite a mess down here after Katrina. It is not a place a woman like Holly would have an easy time blending in with the locals. I checked with an old friend and it seems I will be back on a plane by late tonight. I am thinking of changing my address to DeltaAir. It is fairly odd. I thought these little trips of hers were random. It seems they aren't as random as I originally thought.

There's good news and there's bad news...

Guess that's just the way of the world though, huh?

Good news:

Robin should make a full recovery.

I figured out her clues and spent Mardi Gras with Holly.

I'm absolutely certain there's more to her story than what's on the surface.

Bad News:

After spending an unbelievable night and most of the morning together, Holly slipped away. At least she left me a note. It said "keep blogging". Ok, yes. It did say a bit more than that, but that part made me laugh.

I found her in New Orleans celebrating Mardi Gras. She always did hate Hemingway - something about his female characters all being traditional and stereotypical - so I figured that had to be a clue. Sure enough - the Hemingway Penthouse of the Hotel Monteleone. And that Eastwood movie was Tightrope – set in the Big Easy. Cunning little minx – isn't she? I can't wait to see her again. I just wish she had been more forthcoming about the trouble she's in. Holly, you know I won't stop trying to help you - especially not after last night... You could make this whole thing easier if you'd just tell me what's really going on.

Checking on Robin.

Well, I finally managed to catch a flight to Port Charles. I caught the news in the airport and rushed straight to the hospital. It seems some robbery went bad at the Metro-Court and resulted in a long hostage stand-off. Robin was shot and PC's newest psycho blew up the hotel lobby. I called Mac right away to find out what the bloody hell was going on in that town. Obviously he could not talk. My little brother is in way over his head. He did tell me Robin was alright and she was in GH under Drake's care. I had to see for myself. I snuck into her room. I had to dodge some large nurse who feels she is the new hospital guard dog. Who says I don't still have all my spy skills!

Anyway, she was sleeping and very pale, but her chart looked good. She woke up and we talked for a bit. I explained to her where I have been and what I have been doing. She wants to me find out what is going on with Holly. She mumbled something about true love and Chinese life-savers before dozing off. She was so drugged I doubt she will even remember any of it. I am just relieved she will be alright.

Now, i am on my way again. I am sitting in the airport waiting for my flight. Thank God I didn't book jetblue. Seems like there is big trouble at a big party, and if there is trouble-- I am sure Holly is not far away.

Fly Away Home

Finally got out of Madrid, but I had to fly to London first. I should be back in PC sometime early Monday.

I haven't been able to find out all the details of what happened to Robin yet, but when I do, someone will pay dearly. I can't believe that Malcolm has let thing get out of hand the way they have. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him though, it was a tough job when I was doing and there were a couple of times I thought I'd lost control of it. Times have changed and criminals have gotten a lot smarter. Still, this is my little girl.

They're calling my flight, so I should go. Not sure when I can check back in, but stay tuned.

Oh and Holly, got your message - don't give up and please stay put....patience is a virtue! I can't believe you're quoting Hemingway, but you should know he also said, "The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them." Trust me, luv.

I Hate Bloody Airports.....

I swear if I didn't have bad luck, I have no bloody luck at all. I finally got through to Luke and he filled me on what's happening in Port Charles. I need to get back to help Robin, but I'm stuck here at the airport in Madrid – have been for hours. A torrential storm blew in out of nowhere and all flights have been grounded.

I have to shake my head at what's become of what was my first real home. Port Charles is a very sad shell of its former great self. The mob has taken over and the police are inept. Now is seems the bad guys are considered the good ones. If I didn't have more pressing matters to attend to, I'd stay there and clean it up. Malcolm is obviously in way over his head.

Holly – if you're reading this, I haven't given up – just delayed a bit. I think I'm gonnaneed a good party, know where I can find one?

On My Way Home...

Connie and I have been investigating a few leads we managed to turn up here in Greece. Seems the usual suspects are in the game. Although, there seems to be another player, that I have yet to identify. I really have no idea how Holly got herself in so deep. She has always been so impetuous. Of course, if she wasn't, she wouldn't be Holly. I made my good-byes to Connie. She is going to keep up with any leads here while I head back to the States.

I had a voicemail from Luke. Seems there is some kind of trouble back home. He didn't say what it was, just wanted to know where the hell I was.

I just realized today was Valentine's Day. If all had gone the way I wanted it to, I would be with Holly right now celebrating. Instead, I am sitting here alone in an airport. Ain't life grand.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

I haven’t seen Connie in ages. She was one of the few people who knew I was still alive, but I’ve only seen her a handful of times over the past 15 years. We caught up on bureau politics and reminisced a little, but not too much. She‘s still the same old Connie – giving me a hard time where Holly is concerned. The information she had for me has really got me thinking and may turn out to be quite helpful. It could explain Holly’s strange behavior last year as well as her current avoidance of yours truly. I have one more day here in Greece – maybe two – following up on some things and chasing down a couple of people, and then I’ll be heading back to the States. I’m going to stop by and check in on Robin while I have the chance since I may be out of touch for awhile.

I’m being tailed. They’re either extremely inept or they want to be seen. Of course I’m sure the same people are monitoring this blog. As someone was recently kind enough to point out, I may be getting old, but I’m certainly no idiot.

Holly, if you’re reading this, remember the Beatrice LeSeur murder investigation. I could use a bit of empathy. Talk to me, Holly. Talk to me.

My First Day in Greece

I arrived late last night on Olympic Airlines toGreece. From there, it was two long ferry rides across the Mediterranean in a cold drizzling rain. I kept thinking about Holly, her perfume, her hat, and what sort of crisis she was mucked up in. It better not involve Monkeys. Or Spencer. (Who am I kidding? Same difference.)

Anyway, I awoke expecting blue skies and almost forgot that in February, the Cyclades is a dreary, dreary place---you would be better off in Minnesota. No wonder Mikkos wanted to build a weather machine. I stared down at my cold Turkish coffee and the plate of runny white yogurt with honey. Gross. I had a sudden inkling for cold Chinese food when a pair of soft hands wrapped around my eyes. I resisted the urge to slam down the intruder with one, quick, fatal blow,and gently removed the hands. It was Connie. She was older, we all are, after all.But she looked good.

Up in the air - again

Guess I was a bit cryptic about cashing in the frequent flyer miles. I’ve heard from Connie and am meeting her in the Cyclades. Whatever she’s uncovered is too sensitive to risk sending via email. She insisted I fly to Greece as soon as possible. After yesterday’s encounter with Holly I can barely think straight – those lips… She’s still wearing the same perfume. Anyway, it’s clearly evident she’s gotten herself into something more than just a little dangerous and from what Connie was able to say, this trip should put me closer to figuring out what that is and how I can get her out of it. She seems to have done a decent job taking care of herself for the past 15 years, so I shouldn’t worry too much about a couple more days, right? Who am I kidding? I’m worried sick, but she seems determined on keeping me out of what’s going on, so I’ll have to work it out for myself.

Heard from Anna. She’s somewhere in the southern hemisphere. How’s that for specific? She hasn’t heard from Robin either, but chalks it up to her spending time ‘resolving the couch issue’ with that kid Drake. I cringe at whatever it is that’s a euphemism for, but Anna always was good at telling me things I don’t want to hear. I’ll swing through Port Chuck on my way back from Greece just to make sure my daughter and brother know how to use their email.

Happy Anniversary, Holly

It was frigid in New York today, the kind of cold where the wind takes the air out of your lungs and leaves you with an ache in your chest. Despite the cold, I was more determined than ever to find Holly, today of all days. All of these years, and I always thought of myself as still married to Holly. I could never think of her as Holly Sutton, to me she will always be Mrs. Robert Scorpio. For some reason, I found myself wandering the theatre district this afternoon. I couldn't help but remember when we were first married and I planned a trip for us in NY, complete with a trip to the theatre. Of course, as became my pattern the trip was cancelled. I guess I should just place this on my ever increasing list of life regrets. For some stupid reason, I half expected to see her come out of one of the theatres today, instead I was treated to throngs of senior groups and class trips.

Finally, I decided to treat myself to a "you lost the love of your life" anniversary belt, but for some reason I found myself parked outside St. Patrick's. I have no clue why, it's not as if we had a huge church wedding but somehow it felt right today. Anyway, as I turned to leave I saw the back of the most beautiful woman I would ever see, complete with an overpriced hat. The hair on the back of my neck tingled, and my breath caught in my throat, and not from the cold this time. Holly, my beautiful wonderful Holly. I finally had the advantage, she had not yet seen me, and so I darted across the street to where she was. I reached out and touched her shoulder, and as she turned towards me, I captured her lips with mine. Even though the kiss was entirely too short, at least we weren't interrupted by Spencer this time. I'm not sure what she's gotten herself into but the plot has definitely thickened. I barely had a chance to say, "It would have been our 24th anniversary," before something spooked her, and she fled- again. Before she ran, she pulled me close, and whispered she had never signed the divorce papers. God, I need an explanation but she was gone from sight before I could get a word out. So I guess tonight is spent alone, on the computer again and cashing in my ever increasing frequent flyer miles.

Fashion Week Frenzy

I followed Holly’s trail to NYC – it’s as cold as a witch’s tit here, why couldn’t she have gone back to Miami?

Fashion Week is in full swing and the place is crawling with beautiful women in beautiful clothes. I went to a couple of shows hoping I’d see Holly. I figured she’d be easy to spot – just look for a beautiful woman in a hat, but I saw not one hat. It gave me the idea though to stake out her favorite hat shop on 5th Ave. After a few hours, I gave up and went inside, how surprised was I to see that Pierre is still there. We talked about old times and laughed at memories, like the time Holly went in to buy one hat and came out 6 hours later with 10 having spent around $800. I could never stay mad at her though, never. Anyway, Pierre told me that Holly had been there the night before, coming in right before closing and bought the most bonzer hat ever. Armed with that info, I went off to a few night shows in hopes of finding her. Again no luck, but I have a feeling that tomorrow will be my lucky day.

Feb. 7th, our 24th wedding anniversary and if I know Holly, she’ll be feeling what I’m feeling – sadness. And when Holly’s sad, fashion and shopping make her happy.....at least for a little while.

It’s gonna be a great day, I can just feel it. Look out Holly, here I come!

Looking for a New Lead...

I spent the weekend trailing Holly. I found her hotel room here in Savannah. As soon as I walked into her room, I could tell she had been there. Her intoxicating scent literally filled the room. It brought back so many memories. Unfortunately, her scent is ALL she left behind. There wasn't even one bloody fingerprint in the whole damn room. She is driving me crazy!

Almost nothing compares to how seeing her the other day. She is still so incredibly gorgeous. No one could ever compare to my beautiful Holly. The way she looked when we locked eyes, it took my breath away. Then that look of fear that washed over her. I have to find out what is going on. Why is she so afraid? It is amazing how that woman can disappear so quickly and not leave a trace. She told me years ago, that she learned that from me. That gives me an advantage! I book a flight to New York City tonight!

I haven't heard back from Mac or Robin yet. I left Robin another voicemail. It is so frustrating. She complains that I am never there for her, but when I try to contact her, she never calls back. I suppose she is still arguing with Drake about the couch or maybe a coffee table. She could at least send me an email. I will never understand that girl. I thought we had made a bit of progress. Now I don't know what to think. Maybe I should stop and pay her a visit. Luke called me. He was heading for home too. I am debating on calling Tracy's cell. Maybe it would be better to wait for Luke to get home. I don't know if I can stand being interrogated about Luke's whereabouts right now.

So Close...

Had to laugh this morning when I read "Celia's" comment about not being as clever as she - I wasn't the one married to a spy without my knowledge! I knew everything about Holly's past when I married, we had no secrets. Well, except one. Unlike now. Everything seemed wrapped in secrecy now.

I decided to chuck the pub and went to Elizabeth's. I waited for an hour and just as I was about to leave, I looked across the avenue and there she stood - my beautiful Holly. When our eyes locked, I could feel the old electricity coursing between us. We've still got it. I thought for sure that this was it, but then something changed. Her eyes darted to the left and then a look of panic crossed her face. Before I knew what was happening, she was gone. The streets were crowded and I tried to reach to her, but she slipped away. I thought I saw someone run after her, but I can't be sure.

Holly, what have you gotten yourself involved in and why won't you let me help you?

Cleaning up the mess

I spend the better part of the day cleaning up this hotel room. They left it a right mess. I don't want the hotel seeing the room like this. Probably charge me a fortune in fees. Spies don't have that big of a pension plan these days. Especially after they paid out a huge death benefit to Robin all those years ago.

After that I spent the afternoon trying to decipher the files I found. The few things I did manage to figure out, still don't make any bloody sense. There is obviously something here. I mean, there had to be a reason to smash my poor laptop to bits, right?

I think I might head back to that pub I found yesterday. I have been debating going to Elizabeth's for dinner, Holly might show up. I just keep remembering that night on the terrace. It was a very memorable night! Maybe that would be a better destination...

Not What I'd Call Southern Hospitality

Well, well. Guess who had to buy a new laptop today? It would seem that someone isn’t very happy with my snooping around the bureau’s network for information on Holly. While I was out last night some gentlemen let themselves into my hotel room and proceeded to ransack the place. They didn’t steal the laptop - they smashed her to bits. Everything on her was encrypted, but I never leave anything important on the machine anyway. Flash drives. Wonderful little things - and so portable. So yeah – they got nothing. I really didn’t think I found anything useful yesterday, but from the looks of my trashed hotel room, I’m guessing I was wrong. Now I just have to figure out what it was.

I haven’t heard back from Robin or Mac yet. I guess there’s lots going on in Port Chuck, although I can’t imagine what. I sent Anna a quick note asking if she had checked in on Robin. She’d be much better at dealing with this Drake and his couch stuff than me. Last I heard, Anna was involved in a revolution somewhere. It will probably take ages to hear from her as well. I did get an interesting note from Connie though. She’s working somewhere in Europe and said she’d follow up on the Greece thing for me when she has a chance.

Still no word from Holly – aside from her reply the other day – which I still can’t really trust. That’s one of the few drawbacks of this whole internet thing. After last night’s events, I’m more determined than ever to find Holly and sort this virus mess out.

I’m off to find a pub with a cozy dark corner. I need to get this new laptop up to speed – it came with Vista. We’ll see how that goes. Then I need to start searching through the files I downloaded yesterday. Figure out what bit of information was worth destroying a nice hotel room over.

On the Move

I’m sitting in the airport in Atlanta waiting on my connecting flight to Savannah. No luck in Florida, but I’m not quite ready to head back north just yet. Savannah is an interesting little city and best I can tell, Holly is headed in that direction, so I’m headed there for a few days myself. Right now I’m taking advantage of the airport’s free Wi-Fi and I’ve emailed both Mac and Robin – just to check in. I’ve also booked a room at the Hyatt Regency Savannah. Have I mentioned how much I love my laptop?

Took a taxi over to the Atlanta Field Office earlier and borrowed their network to do some poking around. Seems someone we know spent some time in Greece near the end of 2005. Holly, was that really a reply from you yesterday? You know you never can be sure who you’re talking to over the internet. Perhaps you could give me a call? We could have dinner at Elizabeth’s on 37^th and maybe sort out that whole virus mess from last year? Or maybe we could just find our terrace and share a bottle of cabernet? Come on – what do you say?

The Chase Continues...

Well, Florida seems to be a bust. I haven't seen one sign of Holly since that day on the beach. She seemed to stop using her credit card as well. I am downloading a list of plane manifests as I type. I am hoping I can recognize one of her aliases, if she did leave Florida. God I love the chase!

I just got a call from Mac. Seems Robin and Drake had a fight about that bloody couch and Robin and her friends got drunk at the airport bar. Robin scissor-kicked some guy in a bar and got herself arrested. Apparently he told her she smelled good. She is definitely her mother's daughter. Mac didn't seem pleased I left town. Of course, I leave and NOW she needs me. I just cannot win...

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me"

It's hard to believe that roughly a year ago I chased Luke and that blasted monkey to Port Charles. If I had the last year to do over, would I change things? I'm not sure. It's a relief to be "alive" again. What I would do is change the past 15 years if I could. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that.

I noticed that I wasn't getting too many comments on this blog. I asked Robin how she manages to get 15 comments nearly every single day. She wasn't completely sure, but suggested that I change comment logs - so I did. Now people don't have to sign in to leave comments. I think I prefer that. The last time I was chatting with Mac, he showed me some identity theft statistics. No one wants to be leaving their information all over the place.

I figure that a fringe benefit might be that I may get some more leads on Holly's whereabouts.

Marco Island

I did manage to spot Holly on the beach on Marco Island this afternoon. Unfortunately, by the time I made it across the bloody hot sand, she was gone. She doesn't even like the heat. Fortunately, she appears to be travelling alone. Although, she was attracting a little too much attention on the beach for my liking. I am hoping to get some more of her credit card information shortly. Then I can figure out where she has disappeared to this time.

I spoke to Robin this morning. It seems she moved in with Drake. I suppose I should be happy for her. That guy better not hurt her, or he will be dealing with me. Robin went on about some bloody couch for far too long. I must admit, I zoned out a bit at that part. I always left the decorating to the women. Not my thing. Holly always did a fabulous job as I remember.

On the Gulf Coast

I spent the last day travelling across Florida. You would think this state would have more wireless access! I cannot believe Holly would choose Florida. It is far too humid for her here. I rented a convertible, but it rains here just about every afternoon!

I had a new lead on Holly. It seems a credit card in her name was used over on Marco Island. An expensive restaurant on the water called the Snook Inn...some things never change. If all goes as planned and my fleet-footed beauty stays still for a few minutes, I might be dining with her tonight! Marco Island is pretty small. I should have no trouble catching up to her there! She almost seems to be running, I wonder what is going on with her. Why is she so quick to move on all the time?

First Night In Florida

Aside from the food and the music, last night was a bust. I had drinks at my hotel with an old WSB mate. He's retired to the Keys - has his own little charter fishing set-up. Sounds nice, if not a little dull. He was in town on business and had a little time to waste. We relived our first year of training together over a few glasses of scotch. Our conversation made me feel old. I'm not old.

After that I headed over to Auturo Sandoval's Jazz Club and listened to Roberto Perera. I met Auturo years ago when I was sneaking around Cuba on some bureau assignment. Unbelievable trumpet player. He had played a show himself earlier in the week and I figured that if Holly was in town she would catch it. Turns out I was right. When I showed him a picture, Auturo remembered the lovely little brunette at a table down front. She had been with a group of people, but he didn't think she was attached to anyone in particular. Good news for me. The old man said if he'd known who she was, he'd have flirted a little more. I drank too much and we ended up reminicing about my time in Cuba. It's funny that my wild misspent youth isn't what I'm missing most these days.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Ah - the Sunshine State - I'm finally warm again. What with all this crazy global weather, you'd almost think the Cassadines were up to their old tricks again. Yesterday, I had a quick lunch with Mac at the PCPD. After talking about the girls and all their drama, we got into another argument about the way he’s running things over there. It’s a shame how much the place has changed. Part of me really misses being Police Commissioner. And how the hell did Malcolm end up with that job anyway? After that, I headed over to the hospital to grab a cup of coffee with Robin and let her know my plans. Something’s up between her and that kid Drake so she was less angry with me and more upset with him. She promised we’d have dinner when I get back into town. At least that’s something – right? And she isn’t against the idea of me looking for Holly – even said it would be a good distraction for me. From what, I’m not sure. So I stopped by the Haunted Star and tied up some loose ends, then headed for the airport. Why wait – right?

It was a nice, uneventful flight. I downloaded the first 4 episodes of 24 to the iPod before leaving, so I watched those to pass the time. Jack Bauer. I’ve saved the world a time or two myself, you know. It’s an entertaining show, but I have to say I saw the Curtis thing coming a mile away.

In the airport I was reminded of the time Holly and I flew down here looking for leads on the Brock murder case. It was a quick trip – we didn’t even leave the airport. We should have taken a few days, gone to the beach, enjoyed some uninterrupted alone time. We never had enough of that. Anyway, I’ve checked into the Ritz-Carlton South Beach. I figure it’s as good a place as any to start looking for Holly. They have those strolling tanning butlers, four poster beds, and a steam room. I have a couple of leads I’ll be following up on later today. Who knows – maybe by tonight I’ll be sharing the steam room – just like old times.

Day 1

I decided to try and find Holly. I mean, it’s not like there’s anything for me to do in this godforsaken town. Luke’s nowhere to be seen, my daughter still has a chip on her shoulder (wish I knew what to say to her) and everyone acts as though the MiniMobster walks on water. It’s time for an adventure and I’m pretty sure that Holly can provide that for me.My laptop has come in very handy, it’s amazing what one can find out over the internet if they know where to look. I was able to track Holly from JFK to London, where she stayed for a few months before moving on. Next up was Paris and then Milan. Last month she was back in New York City, but not for long. It would appear she’s on a “Couture Tour”, I’ve got pictures of her at all the fashion shows – D&G, Chanel, Gucci, Dior, Lacroix, Escada – you name it, she was there. Anyway, last week she headed to Miami, so tomorrow I’m off to the Sunshine State! Wish me luck, I love a good chase!

Taking a Walk on the Docks

I took a walk down by the docks today. It finally has gotten really cold here. Of course, I have missplaced my gloves. I went into Kelly's for some chili. I think they lost Ruby's recipe. It was awful. I knew I should have ordered the fish and chips. They are always delicious and they bring back a lot of great memories. Seems like this little mobster Sonny has his claws in everything here. Even has his father working in Kelly's. Is there no escape? What mobster has to have his father to sling hash for a living?

It was about 15 years ago that I saw Holly in Dominique's penthouse. She was illuminated by candlelight. She looked more beautiful that even I remembered. I swear my heart leaped when I realized it was her sitting there. I really do need to find out what happened back in February and May. That was must definetely not the Holly I know and love. She must be in trouble, that unfortunately would be exactly like her.

Gotta embrace the technology

I was talking to my daughter, Robin, a few months ago and she was telling me about this blogging stuff.

I've always liked computers. They make life so easy. When I was Police Commissioner of Port Charles, I don't know what I would have done without the WSB computer that I was provided. That thing solved more crimes for me than I care to admit. Plus it had this great game on it where you had to put down flags where mines were and try to keep from getting blown to bits.

These days, I have a little more time on my hands. I'm still waiting for my next spy mission, and there aren't any local damsels in distress to rescue. Robin spends all her time with that Patrick. For all the fuss she made about me not sticking around, she sure doesn't make any time for her dear old dad. I'm beginning to wonder if she just wanted to line up a few babysitters with overdeveloped defense skills...

Not quite sure what to do with myself. Maybe I should try and track down Holly? I know there was more to that virus business than met the eye.