Ramon Salazar

'Glad you like it,' he calls back up the stairs. He looks around - there's a phone down here. He picks it up and calls the man who arranged this for him, asking where the stuff was that he'd wanted. The man directed him to the room where he was sitting and wasn't surprised that Ramon had already found it. They spoke for another minute or two, and then he hung up and crawled under the snooker table. He feels around...yep, those tiles were loose. He lifts them and grins at what he sees.

'Random! Come give me a hand.'