Anna had said nothing from the time they climbed aboard the jet. Robert waited until they'd reached cruising altitude before breaking the silence. "You're awfully quiet," he said with a hand on her knee. "You all right?"

Anna shrugged. "I don't know, Robert," she answered without looking at him.

"You ah… you were brilliant back there. Using Duke's history as an excuse to get her to talk. It was the perfect angle. You got her attention and got her to cooperate without having to bring her daughter's maternity into question. Very impressive."

Anna gave him a half-smile. "Thanks."

"But calling him out as a mobster... I imagine that wasn't easy for you to do."

"It was the truth," Anna said, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Yeah. But…" Robert trailed off.

Anna turned to look at him then, wondering what he was about to say. He added no words, only met her eyes. In the silence she heard, "I know you loved him despite his choices. I'm sorry he's gone. But I'm here. And I love you." She reached for his hand.

He smiled as he laced his fingers between hers. "You know what else is true?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"It's true—what Isobel Fitzhugh said. You don't look at all like a grandmother," he said, his smile taking a wicked twist.

"Ha!" Anna laughed. "You never stop, do you, Scorpio?"

He leaned in closer. "Would you really want me to?"

She leaned in too, letting her forehead to touch his. "No," she whispered, still somewhat surprised at how easily he could set her heart a flutter, even under the most stressful of circumstances.

The proximity of her lips made it difficult for Robert to resist kissing her, but he knew it wasn't really the time. He knew Duke would not be only man on her mind. His free hand rose to cup her cheek and he felt the tension in her jaw release beneath his touch. "We're gonna get through this, Anna. We're going to find our boys. He's not gonna win this one."

Robert wrapped his arms around Anna from behind and leaned down to look over her shoulder at the laptop on her desk. "Any luck?" he asked.

"None," she answered. "Faison is still nowhere to be found. I've been through all the clinic files again and not one lead."

Robert stood up straight again and began to work the knots in her shoulders with his thumbs. "Faison had to have had a connection at the clinic, but with all the nurses on the list dead or incapacitated…" Anna leaned back and sighed, letting herself enjoy the massage. "What do we do now, Robert?"

"We start with the closest connection we have."

"Obrecht?"

"The one and only."

"I'll call her," Anna said, reaching for her phone.

"I already did," he said as the doorbell rang. "Speak of the devil."

"Well, if it isn't Scorpio and the scarecrow," Obrecht smirked when Anna opened the door. She shoved her way past the two of them and sauntered into the living room.

Robert and Anna followed. "Thank you for coming, Dr. Obrecht," Robert said. He gave her his most charming smile.

"Can I get you some tea?" Anna asked.

"Please, save the pleasantries," Obrecht grumbled. "Let's get to the real reason you asked me here, shall we?"

"Do you know what we want to talk to you about?" Anna asked.

"Not exactly. But I'm sure it has something to do with Cesar. As it usually does."

"We need to know how to get in touch with him," Robert said, cutting to the chase.

"I'm afraid I cannot help you."

"We're not interested in bringing him in, if that's what you're worried about," Robert assured her. "We just need to speak to him. It's a fairly urgent matter."

"I don't care what your reason is. I cannot help you. Even if I wanted to. I do not know where he is."

"Come on, Liesl," Anna said. "Do you really expect us to believe that he's wandering the globe with your only daughter and you have no idea how to get in touch with either of them?"

"That is the truth. I have not spoken to Britta or Cesar since they left Port Charles."

Anna turned away from Obrecht, hands in her hair, and gave Robert a frustrated look.

"Maybe you can help us, then," Robert said. He approached her with a file folder in his hand and gestured toward one of the nearby chairs.

Obrecht cocked her head to one side and, seeing no room for negotiation in his eyes, reluctantly took a seat.

Robert sat opposite her. He leaned in and spoke in a low, calm voice. "What do you know about a Doctor Freiberg?" He opened the folder to display a photo.

Obrecht glanced at the photo, but turned up her nose and dismissed it almost immediately. "Nothing. Why should I know him?"

"He worked at the clinic in Bern some years ago. We thought, maybe, given that you practiced medicine for so many years in that area…"

She looked at the photo again. "I'm sorry. I never dealt with obstetrics in my research."

Robert looked over his shoulder at Anna who raised her eyebrows at him. "So, you do know of him?" he said.

"I didn't say that."

"But you knew he was in obstetrics. I never said that."

Obrecht knew she'd trapped herself. She stood quickly and began to button her coat. "We may have crossed paths once. But that would have been many years ago. Are we finished here? I must be going. I have a very busy schedule with my responsibilities at the hospital."

"Of course," Robert said with a phony smile. "We wouldn't want to keep you from your patients." He knew they would get nothing else out of her today. He walked her to door, then rejoined Anna in the living room where she was now wearing a path in the floor, pacing in agitation.

"She knows something, Robert!" Anna exclaimed the moment she saw him.

"I agree with you." he said.

"Do you think she could have been in on it from the beginning?"

"It's possible. But what I can't figure out is what she or Faison would stand to gain."

"Besides torturing me? Torturing us? God!"

"And how does Margaret Munro fit into their tangled web?"

Anna's mind was still stuck on Obrecht. "I'll tell you something else, Robert. She's has realized we suspect her. She's never gonna talk, now."

"Anna—" He tried to reach for her but she pivoted and walked other way, getting more riled by the second.

"It's so frustrating! We've got nothing! Damn it! I just wish I could remember, you know? I mean—"

"Anna!" he shouted.

The sheer volume got her attention and she turned to face him then.

He crossed the room and took her into his embrace. "Listen to me, sweetheart," he said softly, one hand cradling her head gently as she clung to him. "We've added Obrecht's piece to the puzzle. That's something."

"I just wish I could remember," she repeated as a tear rolled down her cheek onto his sleeve.

It wasn't until her phone began to ring that she broke away from him. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

Robert stood quietly at the window and listened to Anna's end of the conversation.

"Hi Maxie. I'm okay. How are you? Yes. Thanks so much for calling. Robin wanted me to ask you about helping us out. We're thinking of throwing a party for Griffin for his birthday in August and we were hoping you would help us plan because, you know, you're so good at that sort of thing. When? Ah, sometime around August seventh. What? You're kidding?"

Hearing the surprise in her voice, Robert looked over at Anna, who now made direct eye contact with him, the phone still held to her ear.

"Really, Maxie," Anna said, her eyes widening, "I had no idea Nathan and Griffin had the same birthday."