Chapter 8
Chad's half crazed eyes looked through a drawer at an incredible speed, papers flying all over the place making a horrible mess.
There was a smile on Chad's face that could have easily been thought to be the same an evil genius in one of those old movies or like Mr. Hyde's from the famous old novel of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
He quickly went through the contents of an old cabinet rapidly moving to the next one.
"Ah-Ha!" he said as he held up a dark blue folder in his hands.
He ran to his messy desk and picked up a set of keys.
He almost slipped and fell in the floor from the speed at which he suddenly stopped.
As he ran to the door papers flew around him from the impact of the wind from Chad's burst of speed nearby.
He shot a last look at what used to be the neatest lab in all of California but now definitely winning the messiest award now.
He ran down the stairs and stepped out of the house.
Roger was standing somewhere near the limousine and quickly put his hat on.
"I didn't know you where going out, sir" he said as he hurried towards the driver's seat.
"Oh, don't worry about it, Roger, I'm driving myself today" he said as he stepped in a shiny dark blue Lamborghini, turned the ignition and departed at full speed leaving tire marks on the perfectly clean driveway as some maintenance guys were already hurrying over to clean them before they really stuck to the asphalt.
The hot sun hit the streets of busy Hollywood as Chad drove way over the speed limit earning a few yells from other drivers and some or other fingers.
He didn't care as long as he didn't get in an accident.
He realized how reckless he was being as he thought this and slowed down to at least the top speed allowed.
If he killed himself then who would wake up Sonny?
No, he better be more careful.
He stopped for the first time at a red light in his journey.
But when it turned green he again took off so fast he once again left tire marks in the road.
He drifted as he turned in front of Ivan's house.
He spoke into the black box in the front gate.
"Chad Dylan Cooper" he said as he stock his head out.
"Not your usual ride, eh sir?
"I'm kind of in a hurry, Mark" Chad said.
"Sorry. Password?" the voice asked.
"Pluto should be admitted as a Planet" Chad repeated as he had many times.
"Come right in"
Chad drove inside through the beautiful driveway surrounded by tropical gardens and flowers.
The pines and palm trees rose above tall and proud providing shade to everything near them.
Wild bees roamed about the flowers, real and grafted ones that couldn't be found anywhere else and Chad had a suspicion weren't even official or legal, for that matter.
He parked in front of the house and got out.
The car alarm announced it was on with a sophisticated but loud sound.
He fixed his suit as it was usual for him since he had started in Mackenzie Falls and started using more formal wear.
He was so used to it he did it without acknowledging it.
"Hello, Frederick" Chad said politely but without even looking at the man.
He was in too much of a hurry.
"Uh, sir?" the butler asked as Chad hurried by.
"Not now" he said without even looking.
"You won't find Mr. Alsthom"
"You don't understand; I really need to see him. I can't do this without him. This could be the definite answer" Chad said desperately.
"You aren't listening?"
Chad groaned.
"Fine. I'll wait" Chad said turning around.
"You'll be waiting a long time"
"Where the hell is he? Hawaii?" Chad yelled exasperated.
"No. The hospital"
Chad felt like he'd been punched in the gut.
"What happened to him?" Chad thought he was getting a little dizzy.
"Heart attack. I thought they had contacted you already"
"No, when did this happen?"
"Three days ago"
"I have to go see him" Chad said as he hurried out the door.
"They won't let you"
"Why?"
"Sir, when I asked if you had been contacted, I was referring to Mr. Alsthom's lawyer. In the will says everything goes to you"
"Frederick?" Chad asked holding his breath.
"I'm sorry, sir. I know he was your best friend and like a father to you" Frederick said looking down.
"Frederick?!?!" Chad took the man by the collar and raised him in the air as he felt his tears coming.
"He's dead, sir, Mr. Alsthom is dead" the butler blurted out almost choking to Chad's grasp.
