After the funeral...
Time came for the MacArthur Genius Grant awards ceremony.
Adam drove to Chicago with Paige.
The road distance from New York to Chicago was around 800 kilometers, taking more than four hours by car.
Flying was naturally faster, taking just over two hours.
But for that well-known reason: safety first!
Besides, Adam also enjoyed driving with Paige.
It was basically a road trip.
More than four hours passed in the blink of an eye.
As the car reached the outskirts of Chicago and was about to enter Chicago Highway 85, Adam saw the road sign, his face turning reminiscently startled as he slowed down.
It couldn't be helped.
When you were away from home, keeping a low profile and playing it safe came first.
This Highway 85 had been turned into a place haunted by ghosts by a certain Baby.
Even though the ghost had already been caught by another driving god, the police presence on this highway was still far greater than elsewhere, and they were much more on edge.
Thinking of that driving god, Adam couldn't help but laugh.
The bald leader of the Fast & Furious Carjacking Robber gang that the man had arrested had reportedly developed a mental illness and begun suffering hallucinations.
He was clearly in prison, and before this, he had merely been an ordinary bald guy who couldn't even beat a street punk. Yet he fantasized about being outside, commanding the wind and clouds, speeding through the streets, an omnipotent and invincible superhero.
The psychiatrist had a feeling that one day, he might even imagine himself driving a car into the sky.
Emmm.
You really could have anything in dreams.
At another Paige's request, Adam had helped that Baby, so he knew more about this place.
The moment Adam drove