Kneeling down on the floor next to the spool table, Laura slid a kitchen knife along the old carpeting, following the pattern of the clean area that had been underneath the table. The canvas backing was tough, but the blade was sharp and with little effort she lifted away the patch, exposing the old hardwood flooring. Digging the knife point into the floorboards, she finally pried one up with a screech of rusty nails. With that opening established, the other boards came away much easier and soon she had a hole exposing the joints and joyces that supported the floor. Plus, an enlongated bundle of plastic and cloth wrapped with tape. Amateurs. They’d gotten some chips and clothing, but missed the good stuff.