Fury?
Reyes turned and looked around. The door to the Hall of Glory opened.
Nick Fury walked out, holding a small golden ball.
"John Wick, this is what you called a small favor?" Nick Fury looked at Reyes. "Yes, I can vouch for him."
"You?" Reyes sounded doubtful.
Fury took out his credentials and said evenly, "Taran Industries does business with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Their weapons work very well."
At that long, awkward name, a trace of wariness flashed in Reyes's eyes.
He had never expected John to actually find someone to account for those shady invoices.
As a District Attorney, Reyes knew more about the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division than ordinary citizens did.
They might not have been as famous as the FBI or CIA, but this agency had an outrageous amount of authority.
So much, in fact, that even a District Attorney with local clout had no way to challenge that flimsy lie.
That was the authority S.H.I.E.L.D. wielded. They answered only to the World Security Council.
Reyes turned to John and took a deep breath to compose himself. "Very good, John Wick. You're more resourceful than I thought."
John shrugged. "I'm just a legitimate businessman. You can check our taxes if you don't believe me. We paid taxes on all of this, in full accordance with the law."
In the United States, whatever business you were in, owing taxes was more serious than murder.
John hadn't lied to Reyes about that. Dad followed the law and even paid taxes on those hotel purchase orders, which showed just how ruthless the people at the Tax Bureau were.
Having failed to achieve his goal, Reyes looked grim.
Even more humiliating was the fact that John had played him.
Now it was