They had taken two suites of rooms at the Port Charles Hotel, one to use as an office while they were in Port Charles and one to live in.

Frisco found Robin in the office suite, looking through a stack of papers while talking on the cell phone.

“No prints? No nothing ?” Robin asked the person on the other end. “All right, tell the lab I appreciate the fast service. Thanks.”

“That was Jacobs. The threats Edward received were written in blood- pig’s blood. The paper was ordinary weight, mass produced and too common to trace as were the envelopes. The funny thing, is that the handwriting analysis people think the writing belongs to a woman.”

“A woman?” Frisco shakes his head. “Doesn’t help much, does it? We know both the Rebel Army and the Military Government in Bolivia have high ranking woman officials. And there are a lot of women on that list of local suspects Junior came up with”

Robin nods. “This case is getting messier and messier. I almost wish you and Taggert had found something incriminating in Jason’s penthouse. If this was part of a vendetta by Jason because he and Carly lost the custody battle, at least we would be going in a direction instead of spinning our wheels.”

“Just because we didn’t find any direct evidence, doesn’t mean that Anger Boy isn’t involved. We did find paper and envelopes matching the threats.”

“Well unless you found a vial of pig’s blood in the refrigerator, that’s not enough to go on,” Robin looked at Frisco speculatively. “Anger Boy?”

Frisco shrugged. “So I spent too much time with Taggert this afternoon. How did the search of AJ’s house go?”

“Nothing.” Her eyes softened. “It was good to see Michael again.”

“So what’s next?”

“I’m waiting for Lucky to check in. We have surveillance teams on all local suspects. Agents in Bolivia are keeping an eye on our suspects there. We’ve gone through and upgraded the security around our two main targets.” She looks up at Frisco hesitantly. “Did I miss anything?”

“Work wise? No. You’re brilliant as usual. Personal life wise? Yes. What time did you tell Mac we would meet him at the Outback?”

“I didn’t. He called and suggested 6:30. I said that was fine and I would meet him there. I don’t think its a good idea for you to come.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion, love. If you think I’m going to let you face the wrath of Mac alone, think again.”

“I wasn’t going to tell him about us yet,” Robin chewed on the end of her pencil. “I was just going to tell him why I didn’t go to Yale and how I ended up in the WSB.”

“Good, then I can help fill in the details and hold your hand.”

“And you don’t think that might tip them off and let them know the two of us are lovers.”

“Trust me...the thought won’t even cross their minds.”

A strange look crossed Robin’s face and she smiled.

“What?” Frisco said returning her smile.

“I’m going to dinner with my lover’s ex-wife and her new husband.”

“It’s a sadly politically correct world, isn’t it?”

Frisco ducked in time and the notebook flew harmlessly by his ear.

He reached over and pulled Robin close. “Did I ever tell you how incredibly sexy you are when you’re throwing notebooks at me?”

“Let’s see....the last time we had this discussion I was incredibly sexy when I yelled at you, when I locked myself out of our condo, when I made you do all the housekeeping for a month because you drew your gun on poor Ingrid....”

“She broke in while I was sleeping” Frisco protested gently nuzzling her neck.

“It was eleven o’clock in the morning and she had a key. You’re lucky she didn’t sue you for giving her a heart attack. As it was I had to pay for her entire family to go to Disneyland for a week before she would set foot in our place again.”

“Okay, I give,” Frisco pulled her on the couch on top of him. “Just tell me that I’m worth the trouble and that you love me.”

“Well I definitely love you,” Robin smiled. “As for worth the trouble.....” She closed her eyes as he worked his magic on her. “I guess you are.”

Frisco grins triumphantly and claims her lips with his own fervently. A few minutes later. “What time did you say Junior was checking in?” His voice was husky.

“I didn’t. And his name is Lucky.” Robin’s voice was breathless. “Besides, he’s calling in. And you know he hates it when you call him Junior.”

“He’ll always be Junior to me,” Frisco says. “How long do we have before we meet Mac?”

“I don’t know. I think I lost my grasp on reality about five minutes ago.”

“It took that long? I must be slipping.”

Somewhere in Port Charles, a silent and somber figure makes a phone call.

“We could have a problem,” The figure says.

“You’re getting paid to handle problems, not report them to me.”

“This problem might require some rethinking. Our plans for Edward Quartermaine and ELQ might have to be altered. The WSB arrived in town today. They’ve started investigating, switched security around. It will be harder to hit the old man and his granddaughter with them around.”

“Who did the WSB send in?”

The figure is scornful. “Scorpio, Jones, and Spencer. Strictly amateurs but they come with the right credentials to cause problems.”

“I would not be so quick to dismiss those agents. The reports coming out of the Pacific Rim on those three indicate they are a formidable team.”

“That I will believe when I see.”

“Either your arrogance or your stupidity will be your undoing. May I remind you what is at stake both personally and professionally for you in this matter.”

“You don’t have to. I want this plan to succeed as much as you do. I get my revenge and you’re little civil unrest explodes into a war that the US will have no choice but to get involved in. Not to mention that we will both be wealthy.”

“Good as long as we understand each other.”

“Perfectly. What do we do about the WSB?”

Silence. “Let’s send Edward a warning about what happens if he crosses us. Move up the hit on the granddaughter.”

“Emily?”

“I wasn’t aware that he had another granddaughter. Does this bother you? You knew that she would not be allowed to live, did you not?”

Silence. “It’s no problem. I’ll contact the boys.”

“Good. I want this to happen sooner rather than later.”

“My sources tell me that she has a dinner date scheduled at the Outback.”

“Scorpio’s place? Perfect. Make it a public execution....something that every worker at ELQ will understand. I want Edward Quartermaine grief stricken and afraid. Then I want him dead. Understood.”

“Perfectly,” the figure said and then hung up.