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Blindfolded, bound , and shoved into the trunk 15 minutes earlier, Carl still knew that the vehicle was making a right on Western from Franklin and hoped that whoever’d kidnapped him would stay in Los Angeles. If they did at least he’d know where he was. But if they got on a freeway and headed out of the city, it wouldn’t take long for him to lose his frame of reference.

Right at that moment he was more worried about that then about losing his life.

They’d already tried to mix him up. After stuffing him into the trunk they left his house and made a bunch of lefts and rights — even a few u-turns and a fully encircled block or two, But despite his present predicament Carl had to smile at their useless efforts to throw him of the trail because if there was one thing he knew, it was the streets. And knowing where they were taking him just might help keep him not dead.

Down Western they went, crossing Hollywood and Sunset boulevards. Carl held his breath when he heard the ticking of the turn signal because it was either going to be Fountain Avenue — which was good — or the 101 Freeway immediately beyond it. And that would be bad. He could probably keep track out to Calabasas or Westlake Village, or if they got on the 405 to Magic Mountain to the north and LAX to the south, but out there specifics would be few.

The car turned right on Fountain and Carl exhaled in relief.

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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."