THE INSTRUCTOR'S OFFICES AT THE UNIVERSITY OF SAN FRANCISCO ARE SMALL CUBICLES ATTACHED TO THE MAIN CLASS ROOM AREAS. I WALK DOWN THE CORRIDOR AND FIND THE DOOR WITH PROFESSOR LINSKY'S NAME ON IT. I TRY THE DOOR, BUT IT'S LOCKED. I PULL OUT MY "PRIVATE DETECTIVE, ALL PURPOSE, DOOR OPENING KIT" AND QUICKLY POP IT OPEN.
I SCAN THE OFFICE, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE NO ONE HAS BEEN HERE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. THERE ARE MISCELLANEOUS NOTES ON THE DESK AND TEXT BOOKS IN A BOOKCASE ON THE WALL. I EXAMINE THE NOTES, BUT THEY DON'T STRIKE ME AS IMPORTANT TO THE CASE. AN ADDITIONAL 5-10 MINUTES OF SEARCHING PRODUCES NOTHING I CAN USE.
