I PUSHED THE SITUATION with Jill to the back of my mind as best I could; I phoned and managed to catch Roger Lemouz in his office. We spoke briefly and he agreed to see me.

Just getting out of the Hall was a breath of fresh air. These days, I rarely went over to this part of the bay. I parked my Explorer near the stadium off of Telegraph Avenue and headed past the street rats hawking pot and bumper stickers. The sun was beating onto Sproul Plaza, students in back-packs and sandals sitting around, reading on the steps.

Lemouz's office was in Dwinelle Hall, an official-looking concrete structure just off the main quad. "Please, it's open," a strong, Mediterranean accent answered my knock. A hint of something more formal, educated. British?

Professor Lemouz leaned back behind a chaotic desk in the small office cluttered with books and papers. He was large-shouldered and swarthy, with curly black hair falling over his forehead, a shadowy growth on his face.

"Ah, Police Inspector Boxer," he said. "Please sit, be my guest. Sorry the surroundings are not so plush." The room was musty and smelled of books and smoke. An ashtray and a pack of unfiltered Rothmans were on the desk.

I lowered myself into a seat across from him and pulled out my pad. I handed him a card.

"Homicide," Lemouz read, bunching his lips, seemingly impressed. "So I suspect it's not some rogue etymological nuance that brings you here?"

"Perhaps another interest of yours," I said. "You're aware, of course, of the events going on across the bay?"

He sighed. "Yes. Even a man with his nose in his books most of the time brings it out now and then. Tragic. Totally counterproductive. Fanon said, `Violence is its own judge and jury.' Yet, one cannot find it completely surprising."

Lemouz's phony sympathy appealed to me about as much as a dentist's drill. "You mind telling me just what you mean by that, Mr. Lemouz?"

"Of course, Madam Inspector, if you would be so kind as to tell me just why you are here."

"It's Lieutenant," I corrected him. "I head up the Homicide detail. And I was given your name as someone who might have some firsthand knowledge of what's going on here. The ideological scene. People who might find blowing up three sleeping people and almost killing two innocent children as well as virtually imploding someone's vascular system an acceptable form of protest."

"By `over here,' I assume you mean the peaceful, academic groves of Berkeley," Lemouz said.............