It never occurred to her that she should be cautious; she was angry that someone had done this to her. She dropped her purse on the table in the entryway and let the dress slither off her arm on top of it. She didn't notice that the dress fell to the floor as she ran down the hall and into the den. The den was a mess. Drawers and cabinet doors had been pulled open and their contents strewn on the floor. Pillows had been thrown off the couch and chairs and over by the bar she saw a liquor bottle smashed on the floor, its contents having soaked into the corner of the area rug. The violence of the destruction began to frighten her. She ran to the dining room but saw nothing out of place. The kitchen and living room looked fine, too. Then she thought about her husband's office. Charles' desk had been thoroughly ransacked; drawers had been turned upside down to dump their contents, the empty drawers dropped on the floor beside the desk. Papers were everywhere. She walked through the mess to get a closer look, but knew the cash would be gone.
