[center][hr][b][u][h2]Raymond Salazar Vanburen[/h2][/u][/b][img]https://i.imgur.com/PMt0Iku.png[/img][hr][/center]

	Shane had gone on the way towards the pizza place, and Raymond thought it better if Shane just went his own way, alone. After all, that half brother of his needed to be alone in order to actually focus on what he was doing; otherwise, he's going to fumble a few things up while trying to do things. In any case, that man was also a cop; well, he used to be one, so he could easily handle himself if anything went wrong in the pizzeria, if there was any chance of that in there, anyway. So, he went with Sabrina and Oscar into the bar, knowing that Shane can handle himself. He's a cop, remember?

	Unlike his two siblings, who were dressed as richly as they could, Ray had simpler attire; a habit that he had picked from spending so much of his time wandering the outside and being among all kinds of people while filming his documentaries back in the day, at least before everyone in this family started turning to stone. He had changed after getting himself dried from that tsunami that the cultist boy had summoned, and looked a little more in place in here than Sabs or Oskie (which are the nicknames he had called them since childhood). Grey shirt, black leather jacket, ordinary jeans and a pair of sneakers; nothing too bourgeoise.

	And... well, the cleaner lady was a little rude. Of course she was; she isn't obligated to answer any questions from rich people that come to the destitute part of the city. They didn't even buy anything. Not that they would, anyway.

	[quote]"... I just don't know where I heard that before, it's like it's like it's on the tip of my tongue."[/quote]

	Ray took his turn to speak to the cleaner woman, speaking with a rather marked Hispanic accent. "But you've seen her, no? Pale white girl with dyed red hair and really dark eyeliners? That is kind of hard to miss, yes?"