[He doesn't answer right away because he's turning to pour another drink. He's also pulling what appears to be three dice out of his hands, rolling them in his palm before rolling them on the countertop/top of the bar/whatever. He looks at the numbers for a split-second before scooping up the dice. For all intents and purposes, he appears to be fidgeting with them in his hand.]

Stuff the city police force didn't have the capacity to deal with. Organ-trafficking rings. Religious cults. [Another roll of the dice.] Disappearances. Things like that.