"So, you're telling me that an unknown person or persons grabbed the First Lady of the United States in a public place and nobody saw anything or heard anything? Where the hell was her agent, Ron?"

"Leo, I asked the same question and didn't get a satisfactory response. Right now, I'm more worried about where she is and who has her and getting Zoey into a more secure location than the hotel she's currently in. I would prefer her back here in Washington, inside the Residence. In fact, she's asking to talk with her father, but the agents there are trying to keep her away from the phone until he's told. Can you imagine him hearing this from her and not from us first? It's going to bad enough as it is, but if it came from Zoey first, well hell hath no greater fury than Jed Bartlet in that instance."

Leo shook his head. "Ron, if this wasn't so serious, I would be laughing at you right now. Okay, first things first. What were the first actions implemented on the ground over there?"

"Obviously, Zoey was secured and brought back to the hotel, which was cordoned off and access was heavily restricted. Wimbledon itself couldn't be restricted, but that bathroom was blocked so Scotland Yard could go through it for any clues. The only obvious one so far was a cloth dropped by the window with chloroform on it."

Leo winced at that statement. That meant that Abbey was subdued and taken out unconscious. Whoever took her meant for her to be that way for some time.

"Okay, I'm open to suggestions. I NEED them to take to the President."

"First, get Zoey out of England and back to the States. Preferably on a military jet at night to minimize press coverage and not allowing any chance of another abduction. Next, let our intelligence agencies really comb their sources and see what they can come up with. At this point, we have no idea the country that could have sponsored such an abduction. Was it Russia or China or a Mideast country? I have no clue. No one has yet come forward that I know of. She's been gone about an hour, which in the general scheme of things. is plenty of time for her to be put on a plane and taken elsewhere in the world. The National Security Council should be told and get to work with their international sources to see what they can come up with. And until we get some kind of clue or ransom, we're really flying blind."

"Ron, you are really cheering me up. You know that?"

"I'm sorry, Leo. But my job is to lay out the facts as I see them."

"I know, Ron. I know. I'm just thinking of that man in there," pointing to the Oval, "and how this is going to devastate him."

Ron nodded his head. "Believe me I know, Leo. I know."

Leo paused for a few seconds and then took control. "Margaret!"

The door opened. "Yes?"

"Get me the American Ambassador to Great Britain, Nancy McNally, Charlie, and, God help me, Lord John."

"Any particular order?"

"Yeah. Charlie first, then the ambassador, then Lord John, then Nancy. And add Admiral Hackett to the list." Leo looked at Ron. "We might need him before it's all over."

Ron nodded. "Good call."