Del pushed away from the wall he’d been leaning on and walked back to the door. “And Izzy? I don’t appreciate you outing my kid, even to me. I get that he’s an adult now, but those weren’t your secrets to tell.” Just before he opened the door, he looked back at Izzy. “He needs someone special, and I don’t know if that’s you. He seems to think so, and from the look on your face, I’d say this isn’t the kind of situation that Justin thinks it is. Do I like the age difference? No. But it would be awfully hypocritical for me to say it’s too much, wouldn’t it?”
With that, Del walked out and closed the door behind himself.
* * * *
Sam watched from the door as Izzy carried his stuff into his car. He’d made some calls, to Mrs. Rossi first, and then the officer in the card. He had about ten minutes to get to the Abbots’ house and then it would be showtime.
“I’m going to head to work,” Sam said. “I hope you’ll be here when I get back.”