Since she has no job or place to live, Sarah Linden has plenty of time for day trips, like to Tacoma B&Bs, and for touring the countryside. Even more, now that she thinks Holder is going to murder her. The woman who runs the place confirms that this was the destination for most of Darren and Lily's romantic milestones, and that they were a tremendous couple, very much in love. Sarah shrugs -- what does that even mean to her? -- and wanders out to the bridge from the photo. She stares down at the crabbers, who look like gay porn cartoons, and they stare up at her.
Hot Crabbers: "From the look on her mug, I'd assume that lady is about to jump off the bridge."
Linden: "I sure hope you're coincidentally the one person I need to talk to."
Hot Crabber: "The great thing about my philosophy on crabbing -- which I can describe thusly [at length] -- is that I have no set schedule, and therefore it's infinitesimally more likely that I would have some information to give you, off-screen, in a second."
While Stan continues yelling at the cops to send a patrol car so the killer won't kill more of his kids, Aunt Terry goes looking through her box of junk for a panini press to make lunch with. The kids aren't really putting together that she's in essence moving in, not even when she brings out a priceless Waterford crystal goblet that was given to her as a gift and is apparently her Precious. (Stay tuned for when that shit shatters, which should be about five seconds from now, obviously.) Meanwhile, little Denny has completely given up on his father protecting them, and requests that they outsource this job to a canine of some sort.
Oakes: "Oh yeah, there wasn't any good evidence on that backpack so don't pursue it further."
Holder: "First of all, I gave him that thing about a minute ago. Secondly, evidence vital to a murder case totally turned up on the porch of the victim, and you don't think that's worth investigating?"
Oakes: "Seriously, just don't push me on this. I am a good guy, you can trust me. This is a different coverup than your one."
Holder: "No! I have come late to the concept of justice!"
Oakes: "Get out."