Jimmy drove to the vicinity of the warehouses, only to find that he had overturned his car.
One couldn't discern the scale of the area from the city map of Memphis, and only upon arriving at the scene did one realize it was a large warehouse district. My goodness, dozens of large warehouses and street-side shops stood side by side here, surrounded by a ring of woods. The intelligence hadn't pinpointed which warehouse was owned by the gang.
Jimmy looked at the warehouses with some frustration. Although it was relatively close to his hotel, he decided to leave it for last. Finding a specific warehouse among so many would be impossible for him to handle alone in a short period.
Jimmy turned the car around and headed straight for the Mississippi River. The third location was on the shore of McKellar Lake, within a small industrial area that resembled a transit station. On the surface, it was a recycling station, but it certainly didn't only deal with scrap.