"What kind of stunt are you trying to pull now?" "It's not a stunt. It's the truth." You wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you. I've been to your hotel room, and your apartment in New York. I didn't see any signs of a child in your life." "That's because she doesn't live with me. She doesn't even know I'm her mother." "Not know you're her mother?! What kind of sick joke are you pulling, Anna?" "It's no joke, and I'm not "pulling" anything. She's living with a mutual acquaintance as her granddaughter." "Granddaughter? Who? O' Reilly's dead," he said, confused. "Filomena Soltini." "Filomena Soltini, who...?" The light dawns on him, but Robert's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You don't mean that old lady who conned us into that ridiculous mass wedding?" "She didn't con us, we were willing." "Only because our hormones were raging following a difficult case that threw us together. Thanks again to Sean. If I'd been thinking rationally, that marriage would have never taken place. Why is she raising our "alleged" daughter, and not you?" "I did it to protect her." "Protect her from what?" "From enemy agents, Robert. If they had known about her, her life would have been in danger," Anna pleaded him to understand. "From your motley bunch, perhaps, but the WSB would have taken care of her." "How, Robert? By keep moving her around, changing her identity? You'd never get a chance to meet her, let alone get to know her. I visit her as often as my profession allows me. She knows me as Luv." Your profession," he spat. "I bet if I looked a little closer, your import/export business won't be as clean as it appears. Otherwise, how would you have known about the Aztec treasure?" He pauses. "Say I believe you. What's our "daughter"'s name?" "Robin...Robin Soltini." "I'm going to check out your story, Anna, and if you're telling the truth, I'll make sure you never get near her again. Now, get out, Anna!" "What are you going to do? Robert?" Anna pleaded. Robert said nothing, but took her by the arm and led her to the door, shutting it forcefully behind her. Anna stood outside his door, sobs racking her body, fearful of what Robert would do.

For his part, Robert was still processing the information Anna gave him. A daughter. If, in fact, Robin is his daughter, he was determined to raise her himself. It would be easier if Holly was still part of his life, but he would raise her as a single parent if he had to. He knew it was too late to put his plan into action, but he could do some homework tonight, as he headed to the comm room. He had phone calls to make in the morning.