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...