Stephen's getting DOT footage of the traffic cameras between the school, Adrian's house, Henry's house. Reddick drives a gray Crown Vic, and isn't picking up his phone.
"You're not supposed to be calling him," Sarah reminds Stephen, who continues making lists of Carl's possible hangouts and boltholes... right up until Internal Affairs shows up. They're standing right outside when they appear, threatening to cuff him.
"I'll call Skinner," she says, once he's calmly acquiesced, to keep her from melting down as usual when authority challenges her. "He'll clear it up." And she does, to no answer at all.
Inside, it feels safer again. Like somebody wiped it clean. Nobody can find Skinner, he's not answering voicemail. A cop -- one of the ones she scanned earlier, looking for evil; maybe one we've met before -- lays out the traffic cam photos: There's a gray car following Adrian in several of the shots. She asks for a better shot, and goes looking for Skinner. Something about a family emergency, they say.
It takes some amount of Holder impatiently trying to get out of his situation before the IA guys explain what's going on: Carl Reddick has complained of harassment, threatening phone calls to him and to his family, some sort of fixation with his daughter... All things that are unrealistic, and that Reddick would never have mentioned.
Whoever did this, they wouldn't know that he spoke to Carl about the situation this morning -- and especially with the weird mention of the teenage daughter, the pool of possible cops is shrinking all the time. Somebody who needs this investigation stopped, quickly, and needs to keep the power team apart, and has a thing about teenage girls and/or perseverates on protecting his own teen daughter?
Whatever it is, it's bullshit, and coming from somewhere you can't see yet, probably downhill and very quickly, which means Stephen needs to get creative; think of a plan that seems audacious and/or shitty but will result in not very many consequences in the long run. He was always better than Linden at this: Covering the angles, not looking as sleazy as he by all rights should.
It's a different James that "greets" her upstairs at home, if you can call it that. A grunt and demand to know what she's doing there. Last time she saw him, they were co-conspirators investigating a high-level serial killer within the department, a time-sensitive kidnapping; the time before that, they were lovers congratulating one another. Now he's tossing shit in a duffel bag like he can't even really see her, not answering his phone, flipping out in the middle of the day.