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.

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.

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.