6.3.1: Shanghai Afternoon ((James Wilder))
Maddox wipes blown rain off the end of his nose uncertainly, almost missing, and looks to Lonefeather, then back to James.
"Carter can take some of your choices, see you, but not all of them...all right. I-" he takes a long blink, rubbing the flush across his cheeks a bit. "I've made a map of where he could concievably get to and go to ground in the time he had, and narrowed that to where...where he could get hostages. See you, there's more empty cars, badly-patrolled warehouses, and mixed dens and brothels this side of the tracks."
"If he's smarting a bit from the thrashing but smug as hell he walked out-" Wilder still gets a frown there, "-he'll want to take it out on someone. If he hasn't - and I pray he hasn't, I truly do, with all my soul there - roamed around back of the warehouses and swung back to those shanty plots with families, it's a good bet he'll be hiding in the rail yard or the Cathouse. The Celestials would spot him and call thugs if he'd broken into one of their houses - the Triads' perrogative, that is."
He digs out a crumpled map on the back of a Wanted poster and holds it out vaguely in the other bounty hunters' direction.