On the last day in London, even Abbey was excited to see the Men's Final. She wore a lightweight white linen dress because she knew that it was going to be hot sitting in the direct sunlight. The temperature had risen to a very uncomfortable 95 degrees Fahrenheit (35 degrees Celsius) with ninety percent humidity and everyone attending the match was complaining about the heat, including the First Lady. But she did the best she could because Zoey had wanted to attend so badly, and she knew this chance wouldn't probably come again. Seeing a finals match in person was quite different than watching on television.

At the first break, Abbey knew she had to get out of the sun. She had begun to feel dizzy and she knew had the first signs of heat exhaustion. "Zoey, I have got to find some shade and cold water. You stay here and enjoy the action. I'll be back as soon as I can. Your agent will stay here. Okay?"

"Yeah, Mom." Zoey was fascinated by something going on in the stands across from them and not really paying attention to her mother.

Abbey sighed. Standing up, she got a little wobbly, but quickly got control and motioned to Marks that she was going up the stairs. He stood and followed her up.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" He noted her pale skin and her profuse sweating.

Abbey gave a weak smile. "Yeah. I just need to cool off for a minute. I'm going in the ladies' restroom. I'll be back in a minute. Can you get me a bottle of cold water?"

"Ma'am, I can't leave you. You know that."

"Dan, please. I need some water. I'll be fine in the bathroom. I just need to sit and cool down for a minute."

Abbey smiled and entered the ladies' bathroom with a few of the other attendees following her. No one seemed to notice who she was.

Dan stood outside for a minute, torn between his protocol and a direct request from his protectee. He looked around to see where the nearest concession stand was and it was within the line of vision of the bathroom entrance. 'Okay, I can do both.' He turned and went down to the stand and watched the bathroom door from the line. The line moved quickly and he was back to the bathroom entrance within ninety seconds.

Now, he waited. A minute went by. Then another minute. Then two minutes. The First Lady should be out by now, but wasn't. He spoke into his mic.

"Nelson, is Regina with Bookbag?"

"Negative."

"Wilson, is Regina with Carriage (the Land Rover)?"

"Negative."

Marks looked up and down the concourse. There was no sign of the First Lady.

Not waiting any longer, he bolted into the bathroom. The two women in the bathroom washing their hands turned and looked at him, but that didn't stop him from slamming all the stall doors open, each one empty.

He located the supply closet. Locked. Using his shoulder, he broke the lock and forced the door open. It only took a few seconds to see that there was no human in that space.

Coming back out, he looked upward. It was then he noticed the casement window open to the outside. Below it was a white cloth. Marks ran over and picked it up and immediately smelled the odor of chloroform. Whoever had taken Abbey had used it to subdue her first, then used the window as a means of taking her out unnoticed.

He looked at the two women standing at the sink. "Have you seen a dark-haired woman wearing a white dress in the last few minutes?"

"I think she left a minute ago," one answered.

Marks ran out of the bathroom and looked up and down the concourse, not seeing any sign of the First Lady. But then, except for the brief time in line, he had been right by the door. She couldn't have gotten by him.

The first thing he had to do was secure Zoey. "Regina, Code Black! Secure Bookbag now! Transfer to Carriage immediately."

The agent with Zoey heard the call on her ear piece. She immediately leaned into Zoey and whispered "Come with me. Now!"

Zoey looked up at her with a confused expression. "What?"

"Come with me NOW! I'll explain later." She reached for Zoey's arm and pulled her gently to her feet. "Get your and your mother's stuff and let's go."

Zoey recognized the sense of urgency bordering on panic on the agent's face and knew something dreadful had happened so she did as she was instructed. She gathered her stuff and her mother's bags and headed up the stairs as the guests in the Royal Box looked on with surprise at the unexpected exit, especially in the middle of the match.

Once in the concourse, Marks met them and motioned them on to the exit gate where the Land Rover was already running, ready to depart.

"Wait! Wait!" Zoey stopped at the car and turned around. "Where's my mother?" She directed her comments directly to her mother's agent. "Where is she, Marks?"

"Zoey, get in the car. We have to go now! I'll explain when we get going."

"NO! Not until you answer my question." Zoey stared at the Secret Service agent, torn between wanting to know the answer and dreading the response.

Marks looked directly at her, knowing the response he was about to give her would devastate her.

"I don't know. Your mother is missing."