Chapter 92: Cracks

Ken Quinn walked out of the lottery center with a check in hand and headed straight to a taxi. "Wow, that was quick, young man," the driver remarked, standing outside his sea-blue car that stood out among the mint-green cars around. Ken didn't respond, merely opened the car door and slid into the back seat. "Are we heading back now?" the driver asked. "Yes." Ken nodded, choosing to sit in the back this time, just to be safe. "Alright then." The driver put out his cigarette and got into the driver's...