When our house was broken into, they broke two doors and the frames to get into the garage. They then drove a vehicle in and closed the door and leisurely went shopping, beer from our fridge in hand. When they left, they closed the garage door.
Without being able to close and lock doors again, we were on 24x7 watch until the repair work could be completed. The following day I received a call from a child. I could barely hear adult voices coaching in the background and he asked for William rather than Bill. Luckily, a light went on in my head. They had our mail and NO ONE calls Bill William except my dad. I wish we had had call back service in those days. I didn't even think to call the phone company because, without call back, I don't think I was aware of what the phone company could do in looking for numbers. They had obviously set up the place to come back and were just checking to see if anyone was home without making a driveby.
A few weeks afer this, someone broke into my car and stole my cell phone (back in the days of built-ins). We discovered this pretty fast and we got the numbers that were called from my phone pretty fast. This was actually rather fun. The police had a suspicion that it was a Russian-speaking gang from a nearby town and our local PD had a Russian-speaker. He called the numbers, got their identity and informed them that they could tell him who that had been speaking to a X am or be charged with accessory. He got their names really, really fast. We lucked out.
Another thing about vacations, the police told us to put external locks on everything when we leave. They said anything that makes it look like it will take an extra few seconds to get in is discouragement. We all have garage door openers now so we forget about the pin and look system that can be used on the doors. And, a housesitter doesn't solve the problem because more and more the break-ins are daytime when everyone is at work.
Veronica, the things that hurt Bill the most (and we lost a lot) were 1) the thought that they might have hit our elderly dog with a shovel (quote: "I don't need no stinking license.") and 2) the loss of his Air Force Academy class ring. It wasn't the loss of the item but all the memories it represented. It was the one thing from the Academy that he kept out.
So, hang tough. Get home. You'll start to feel better once you regain some control. Do your best not to let the thoughts and anger intrude on your subconcious. Those will last a long time. If you need help with anything, call me. I'll come down (inbetween helping MP if the tree squishes her house).