G frowned as he scanned the street. Out here, it was even more apparently they weren't where they were supposed to be. The sign said Wilshire Blvd. and Vermont. But, there was no Metro station. The spires of Immanuel Presbyterian were missing in the opposite direction.
And their car was gone.
"You've got to be kidding me." Cars were stolen in L.A. every day. But, this was unbelievable. It was strange and G didn't appreciate strange. The guy they'd been after got away. Things changed. Landmarks were gone. It was like a trip on bad LSD.
G put his gun away and moved to examine the place where they'd parked the car. Nothing. No broken glass, no tools left behind. Even more strangely, the curb was green. "Do you remember this being a short-term zone?"