She sat staring at the house. “I’m not even sure I want to deal with this now.” She was tired, depressed, dreading what they’d find, and angry at the violation of her privacy. “Tell you what.” Griff opened his door. “Let me go take a quick look and I’ll tell you if we need to do something tonight. My guess is no.” “Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “I need to go in and see for myself what the damage is. Then we can make a decision.” He made her give him her keys, though, insisting he should go in the front door ahead of her. What she found when she stepped inside wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. Things were moved around a bit. Some drawers in the old-fashioned desk were still pulled out a little, and the kitchen cupboards hung open. She could tell where furniture had been repositioned . Griff went through the upstairs and came back to report it appeared to be the same up there.
