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Davis yanked a hard right onto Robertson from Wilshire and watched as the stolen car suspect he’d been chasing through Beverly Hills since he lit up the hot Jaguar at Santa Monica Boulevard slowed down, flung the driver’s side door open and bailed out of the moving car, dropping into a seemingly well-practiced roll across the double yellow line while the car he’d exited careened into a line of parked cars at the curb like some kind of stunt in an action movie, except this wasn’t.

Apparently the suspect thought it was though, because instead of getting up and running, the guy finished his tumbling routine up on one knee with a pistol aimed directly at the surprised Davis who would most certainly have been shot at had the driver of the Escalade speeding northbound been concentrating less on her cell phone conversation and more on the kneeling perp she drove over.

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with laonstage.com, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."