Central Park.
Dax met with John.
He seemed to have gone on a killing spree lately.
John glanced at the energized Dax and casually asked, "No more insomnia?"
Venting his negative emotions by fighting crime had let Dax sleep especially soundly.
"Not anymore." Dax took a bite of the sandwich in his hand.
John casually scattered a handful of bread, and pigeons flew down to eat it.
"Were you behind the explosion at the docks?" John asked.
"No, that wasn't me."
Dax denied it.
An explosion had occurred at the docks, at one of Pushkin's operations. All the crude oil had disappeared.
"It was your friend, Mr. Wick."
Dax said respectfully, "There was a hostage incident at the IKEA Department Store. An outside gang took the employees hostage, but one man dealt with them."
"When the FBI stepped in to investigate, I deleted some records." Dax looked at John as he spoke.
John smiled. "You did the right thing. You saved my friend some trouble."
Having someone on the inside made things easier.
As an FBI field agent, Dax had taken the initiative to delete footage of Robert without being asked. That already showed he was firmly on John's side.
"Also, the district attorney has looked into matters concerning the Wick family."
The district attorney, also known as the DA, wielded immense power in her city.
Someone in that position held considerable authority in the local judicial system. Even the Police Station had to take her stance into account.
"She may want leverage to keep you in check, or she may want to make a deal with you. She's kept her investigation quiet. I think she wants to approach you privately."
John listened quietly, having scattered the last of his bread.
He brushed his hands together and said, "Then let