Extend the Story - Add a Room

Jezirea took a deep breath, the frantic barking of the dog grating abrasively on her frayed nerves. Nobody had come running yet, nor could she hear any signs of activity in the little building. Perhaps there was nobody there. A little warm gush of hope spurred her to action.
The dog's barking has subsided to a low, menacing growl, and it was circling the cabinet slowly, the hair along its back bristling, eyes glowing eerily with reflected light. On an instinctive, panicked impulse, Jezirea picked up the nearest thing to hand-- a small, ornamental paperweight, heavy and solid as lead-- and flung it at the dog's head. Her aim was true, and it bounced off the dogs solid skull with a sickly thud. Slowly, a confused look in its eyes, the beast sank to the floor without a whimper, out cold.
"Great, now I've done it. There's no way they'll find the dog with that gash in his head and not realize there's been someone here," she grumbled, climbing cautiously down.

Keep looking for the papers.