Chapter 10
It took about twenty minutes on the freeway for Dezi to reach his father’s mansion, and the minute he did, he rolled into the circular drive, slammed out of the car, and ran inside. He looked around, finding the usual servants dressed in their crisp uniforms with their feathered dusters going over all the furniture, including the picture frames and even the stair baluster.
“Where’s Dad?” he asked Jervis, the butler, when he saw him approaching.
“Your father is not to be disturbed,” he said in his lofty English accent.
“Not to be disturbed?” Dezi repeated sarcastically. “Strange you should use that word because the old man is very disturbed, and I don’t mean by visitors. His brain is warped! Now, where is he?”
“Mr. Falconi has given strict—”
“Look, you English twit, if you
