“Yeah, sorry about that,” Ingrid said sarcastically.

Reeves’ face brightened and she said, “Congratulations.”

Womanly instinct cast her gaze down to Ingrid’s left hand.

Ingrid brought her hand up and said, “They took the ring.”

“Assholes,” Reeves said, shaking her head from side to side.

“If you two gals are done,” Beech said, “I was hoping maybe we could solve a double murder and find the President.”

Ingrid nodded. “And Billy.”

“Billy?”

“Billy Torelli, my partner at Alexandria Homicide.”

Beech scoffed as if Billy were as germane to the situation as the last time Ingrid flossed her teeth.

Ingrid was tempted to kick him in the shin.

She didn’t.

“Anything being done to clear these streets?” asked Cooper.

Beech shook his head. “The whole mid-Atlantic got crushed. Every snowplow in a two-hundred-mile-radius is already working. We’ve hired every private plow from Kentucky to Indiana to come help, but it’s going to take time.”

“Media?” asked Tasha.

“Nothing yet,” Beech said. “But I’m going to have a press conference here in about an hour. We’re going to need the public’s help with this. We can’t let these guys get Sullivan out of the country.”

“They could be already,” said Cooper, who Ingrid assumed had been working the President’s disappearance since early yesterday. “It’s been nearly thirty hours since they took him. They could already have him back in the Middle East by now.”

“What about ISIS?” Ingrid asked. “Have they taken responsibility for the kidnapping?”

“There are a lot of terrorist groups out there,” said Cooper. “Let’s not jump to any conclusions.”

Ingrid supposed she was profiling. From the very second they barged through her father-in-law’s door, she’d decided the terrorists were ISIS.

“Nothing yet,” Beech said. “But we’re monitoring every terrorist website we know of.”

“NSA have anything?” asked Cooper.

“They have half their techs reviewing the past seventy-two hours, but last I heard, they hadn’t picked up any chatter.”

“So we have no idea who these guys are or how they got into the country?” asked Reeves.

Beech shook his head, but said they were exploring every avenue.

There were a couple moments of stilted silence, then Beech nodded at Ingrid and said, “Why don’t you give them your firsthand account?”

Ingrid spent the next twenty minutes detailing the wedding, the attack, the gunning down of Red and Captain Marshall, her subsequent captivity, Billy and the President never making it to the boiler room, Henry discovering them, and their release. She broke the time frame down to the best of her ability, to the minute when she could. She described the terrorists, though with their hoods, she could only tell so much. Unlike most witnesses, Cooper, Reeves, and Beech never had to interject, never had to prod her for details. She was painstakingly methodical. From the angle the bullets hit Red and Marshall, to the manner in which the three terrorists walked, to the tightness of the zip ties.