Robin gave her mother a cautious smile.

"Go on," Anna said. "I'm fine."

Robin saw the emotional glint in Anna's eyes and she knew better, but she pretended not to notice. "Okay," she said. "I'll be back. I'm just going to get a cup of coffee."

Anna nodded.

As Robin stood, her phone rang. She took a breath before answering. "Hi Dad," she said, trying to sound upbeat.

"Hey Sweetheart!"

Anna could hear Robert's voice booming over the line from where she lay.

"What's up?" Robin asked.

"I'm headed to California for a conference tomorrow and I was hoping to stop by and see you and Patty Cake and that gorgeous granddaughter of mine."

Robin moved toward the door. "Well, you're welcome to stop by the house. Patrick and Emma will be there. But actually… I'm in Port Charles right now," she said. She paused in the doorway and looked at her mother.

Anna could no longer make out Robert's words, but she knew he would ask why Robin was there. She frowned and shook her head at her daughter.

"No. Just a quick visit with Mom," Robin said, stepping out of the room.

"Is your mother with you now?" Robert asked. "I need to talk to her."

Robin was silent for moment.

"Robin?"

"Uh, no," Robin said as she closed the door to Anna's room gently behind her. "I'm out right now. I'll tell her you're looking for her when I see her."

"Okay, good. I have some new intel I think she's going to be very interested in. Listen, I've gotta go, Sweetheart. I'm sorry I won't get to see you."

"Me too, Dad. We'll figure out something soon, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Baby."

"Bye," Robin said. She ended the connection and sighed heavily. She hated not being totally honest with her father about her reasons for being in Port Charles. She wondered if he'd bought her answer. Trying to hide anything from either of her parents was usually futile. She slipped her phone in her pocket and headed for vending machine.

A minute later, Anna's phone buzzed with a text. She picked it up off the bedside table and read.

Call me when you get a second. I have something I think you'll want to know.

Anna knew she had to answer. Ignoring Robert for too long would only make him more persistent, or worse, suspicious. She texted back.

Can't talk just now. Can you send it?

He answered.

We found another alias for Valentine Cassadine. I'm sending the file to you now.

Anna wiped her eyes. Two days ago, discovering Valentine's history was the only thing she'd cared about. Now, suddenly it seemed almost insignificant.

She sent back a simple answer.

Thank you.

See, you should be nicer to me. Even if I am your ex-husband.

He ended the text with a winking face, but it still made her regret her comment. He was so much more than just her ex-husband. They both knew it. But to think that was the last thing she'd said to him… She felt obligated to respond.

I'm sorry about that.

In his office at WSB headquarters Robert looked at the text. He shook his head and smiled as he read it. "Of course, you're sorry now," he said aloud. He leaned back in his chair and watched the status bar as the file on his laptop sent. When it was finished, he went back to the other messages in his inbox. A few minutes later, he got another text from Anna.

You know I love you, right?

Of course, you do.

Robert chuckled as he hit send.

I mean it, Robert.

Always.

Robert stared at the last two messaged on his screen. He couldn't explain it, but they made him slightly uneasy. He had to ask.

Is everything ok, love?

He waited, but got no answer. He dialed her number, but his call went straight to voicemail. He reminded himself that she'd already said she couldn't talk. It was probably nothing to worry about. But his gut told him differently.

He picked up the receiver of the office phone and keyed in an extension. "Yeah, McNevin, do me a favor. Run a detailed location report on Agent Devane's cell, will you? I want to know her exact whereabouts over the last forty-eight hours. Right away. Thank you." He hung up and sat back in his chair again, pensive this time.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. The door opened slowly and Frisco Jones poked his head in. "I hope I'm not interrupting," Frisco said.

"Not at all," Robert said. "Come on in."

Frisco took a seat in the leather chair that faced Robert's desk. He slapped a paper file down on the desk.

"What's this," Robert asked as he picked it up.

"It's the stuff you asked for from archive."

"I didn't expect you to dig it up yourself."

"But you might be glad I did. Wait until you see what's in there. It should be highly classified.

Robert raised an eyebrow. He'd just opened the folder when the notification from McNevin popped up on his laptop. Without a word, he closed the folder and set it aside.

"Robert," Frisco protested, "Aren't you even gonna look at it?"

"In a minute," Robert said. "I just need to verify something." He clicked on McNevin's report.

Frisco watched Robert's face take on a concerned expression. "What is it?" he asked.

Robert studied the data on his screen. Anna's phone hadn't moved from General Hospital in almost two days. "Frisco," he said, "How do you feel about taking my place at the meeting in L.A.?"

"What? Why?"

"Something's come up."

"Robert, I thought you said it was imperative for you to be there to show the other agencies who was in charge."

"I did say that."

"Right. So, what else could possibly be so important?"

"Anna."

Frisco opened his mouth to speak again, but Robert was already on the phone with his secretary.

"Louise, there's been a change of plans. We're sending Jones to Los Angeles. I need the first available flight to Port Charles."