The name of the dive was The Last Call, and Rodriguez thought that it certainly was. He walked in and observed three men sitting at the bar. He took a photo of Persaud out of his pocket and noticed him at the end of the bar. The bartender asked, “You want a drink?”
Rodriguez replied, “You got any coffee?”
“No, but I can brew a pot.”
Rodriguez handed him twenty dollars and said, “Brew it.”
He walked to the end of the bar and sat next to Persaud. Persaud turned to him and said, “It’s a big bar, why are you sitting next to me, you queer or something?”
“No, Abraham. I’m not queer. My name’s Rodriguez. My father was Santos Rodriguez, but everybody called him ‘Saint.’ Do you remember him?”
“No, I don’t know anybody by that name.”
Rodriguez took out the newspaper clipping and showed him th
