Chapter 3
"I don't understand daddy." Emma pouted as she and Patrick walked into their hotel room. "That is where I send all of mommy's letters but it wasn't a house – it was just a store with a bunch of old furniture."
Patrick sat down on the couch and sighed. The truth was the he hadn't expected Robin to be there but he had hoped, for Emma's sake, that he was wrong. The rest of the group was at a WSB field office trying to get additional help in tracking down Robin. Patrick had texted Anna after discovering the address he had been given was false. "It's called an antique shop and I know you are disappointed but maybe we can find something else to do while we wait for mommy to call us. I know, let's go see the Eiffel Tower."
Emma threw herself down on the couch. "I don't want to go anywhere until I find mommy."
Patrick shook his head. Much like Robin, Emma was as stubborn as the day was long. "Emma Grace Scorpio-Drake, we are going to do a little sight seeing while we wait to hear from your mom so go get your gloves because it is getting colder outside."
Emma gave a grunt of disapproval before standing up and heading into the other room. She was no sooner out of the room when he heard a knock on their hotel room door. He opened it up to find a older Asian woman standing there. "May I help you?"
"Monsieur Drake?" She waited for Patrick to nod before she continued. "My name is Madame Bovary and I found this note at my shop." She pulled his letter out of her purse. "You were looking for a Dr. Scorpio?"
"Yes, she's my wife, sorry ex-wife, and I was bringing our daughter here for a visit with her but I think we might have had the wrong address." Patrick found it suspicious that the woman showed up at their hotel room after receiving their note – he had left his phone number for her to call him at.
"If you would allow me to come in – I think I can explain what happened." She waited for Patrick to step aside and then entered the room just as Emma came back in.
Patrick smiled at Emma. "Emma, this is Madame Bovary – she owns the shop we were at."
"Bonjour Madame Bovary." Emma was thrilled to get a chance to use a little of the French her mother had taught her.
The woman favored Emma with a smile. "I understand you were looking for your mother."
Emma nodded. "Yes, do you know where she is?"
"She is not at my shop but there is another street on the other side of the city with the same name – in the residential area. I am sure that is where she is at." Madame Bovary bent over and shook Emma's hand. "I hope you get to see your mother soon."
"Me too. Merci Madame." Emma saw the woman's necklace fall out of her shirt. "I like your necklace."
The woman instantly took the necklace and slipped it back into her shirt. "Thank you." Madame Bovary stood back up and headed to the door. "I have to go but I hope you find your mother soon."
Patrick escorted the woman to the door. "Thank you. Have a good day."
"You too." She walked out into the hall and Patrick shut the door behind her.
"Well, that answers one question." Patrick saw that Emma had a strange look on her face that he couldn't quite decipher. "Emma, what is it?"
"It's just – that woman's necklace. Spencer had a tie pin with the same drawing on it. He said it was his family crest I think." Emma started to take off her coat, certain that her dad would want to get directions to the right address before they headed out to see her mom.
"Wait – Spencer Cassadine?" Emma nodded. "Emma, why don't you go watch TV while I get in touch with Grandma Anna and see when we are meeting everyone for supper?"
"But mommy…"
"I promise you that I am going to figure out where mommy is and bring her back here." Patrick bent down and hugged the little girl.
"Okay daddy." Emma let go of her dad and bounced back to the bedroom.
Patrick made sure she was out of sight before he called Anna. "Anna, I don't think we are going to find Robin in Paris."
Anna stepped out of the office so she could take the call. "What do you mean?"
"The woman who owned the shop we went to came by to talk to us. She said that the address we were looking for was in a residential area." Patrick kept an eye on Emma's room, making sure the little girl didn't hear his conversation.
"Okay – well we can go to the…"
"You don't understand. The woman was wearing a necklace – a necklace with the Cassadine crest on it." Patrick began pacing the room. "I can't tell you where she is but I can tell you that the Cassadines are involved and, since Victor is dead, that leaves Helena."
"Patrick – how do you know it's the Cassadine family crest?" Anna wanted to make sure before they headed off on a wild goose chase.
"Because Emma recognized it from something that Spencer wore." Patrick ran his hands through his hair and he thought about what this new information meant. "Do you think Nikolas knows? Is that why he had his driver leave Emma alone yesterday?"
Anna took a deep breath. She hated to think that one of Robin's oldest friends would do that to her or Emma but Nikolas was not the man Robin had known all those year ago and Anna knew it. "I hope not but we cannot rule out anything. The main thing to focus on is getting to Robin and bringing her home safe and sound."
"How can we do that if we don't know where she is?" Patrick felt like he had just lost her all over again.
"If Helena Cassadine is involved there is only one place she would be." Anna stepped back into the office and looked at the people assembled there. "It's time to take a trip back to Cassadine Island."
