Back to the actual plotlines... Agent Fiona Banks is back! And she's investigating a crime scene. Demetri comes in, and Fiona gives him the skinny: the dead guy, Andrew Weeks, was supposed to die on March 2 thanks to a drug allergy, but he survived the date. He did not, however, survive the rat poison some barista put in his coffee. Demetri ponders, "Weeks had a room full of guns and you poison a guy... why?" Fiona points out that Weeks was supposed to die of a drug allergy, not a gunshot wound, so the murderer is merely trying to make the cause of death as close to what it "should" have been as possible. Oh, Celia. Beware of people driving bumper cars with mad gleams in their eyes! Anyway, Andrew Weeks had some Blue Hand invites among his personal effects, and Fiona says, "That's why I'm here. There's been four Blue Hand deaths in the L.A. area in the past three weeks." Forgive me for sounding jingoistic here, but why in the blue hell is British intelligence looking at this? There's been a rash of Blue Hand murders in Newcastle, fine, send Fiona in with crime-solving instincts a-flare. But the FBI should, in theory, be the ones fielding the L.A. area Blue Hand murders. Unless they're all too busy with the Dyson Frost thing and the being-a-mole thing and the I-send-people-to-Afghanistan-on-the-sly thing and the "Half our office was shot up, so we're a little short of manpower, okay?" thing. ANYWAY. Unsurprisingly, Demetri is interested and concerned at the idea that someone out there is knocking off people who were already supposed to be dead.