Theo took up residence in one of the back tables in the bar at the Hotel Casablanca. He hadn’t been here in ages, he was only a part owner after all, and preferred to drink in places where he controlled everything, from the general managers all the way down to the dishwashers and what type of mousetrap was used out back. But this place was good for meeting people who weren’t within the confines of his organization. It had an air of plausible deniability that his properties didn’t have.