Woodland Hills, Los Angeles, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"Then it was time to drive Jordan to school, while Kyra applied her makeup, wriggled into a form‐fitting skirt with matching jacket and propelled her Lexus over the crest of the canyon and into Woodland Hills, where she was the undisputed volume leader at Mike Bender Realty, Inc."

"When he tried to envision the canyon, the white dust trails threaded through stands of mesquite and yucca till the very bones of the mountains lay exposed, or even the parking lot at the Woodland Hills McDonald’s, swarming with one‐legged blackbirds and rumpled, diseased‐looking starlings, he saw only the Mexican."

"He drove twice round the block past the Indian restaurant in Woodland Hills, where they’d agreed to meet, but there was no parking at this hour: lunch was big business."

"Cándido shared a place off Shoup in Woodland Hills with six other men and the close quarters and the dirt and the foul smells reminded him of his first stay in Los Angeles, in the filth of Echo Park."

"…picked up at the French bakery in Woodland Hills…"

"it had been past midnight when they’d finally decided to get a room at the Holiday Inn in Woodland Hills, the last room available."

"They’d already spent two hundred and eighty dollars at the Von’s in Woodland Hills, where nearly everything was cheaper, but the list of odds and ends had grown to daunting proportions."

"…and it was just a hop, skip and jump from Woodland Hills, Malibu and Calabasas."

"into Tarzana and then Woodland Hills."