"A puzzle. A conundrum. An enigma."
He wanted a Mystery to ponder.
"I'm looking for a problem. Nothing particular. Just something that needs doing."
Nothing specific. Just a case. Any case would do. For Arcadia's sake, the man was a damned Councilor. Surely, they had minutes. Agendas. Things to keep pace with, to notate, to monitor.
"Not for mine. Not for yours. Ours."