She was one of the rare few who questioned his speech, she didn’t believe he had written it himself. ‘Are you Eva of the Crespos who sells the me...ls of the highest calibre in the land?’ asked El Presidente, in a matter-of-fact way. ‘I am Eva Crespo and I sell food, nothing too fancy,’ she replied, unsure of whether El Presidente was referring to her, or another cooking Eva Crespo. ‘How much for four helpings of your craft?’ inquired El Presidente. ‘Eight pesos,’ answered Eva, beginning to. At the right point, I started to sing:Ridin’ down the highwayGoin’ to a showStop in all the bywaysPlayin’ rock ‘n’ rollGettin’ robbedGettin’ stonedGettin’ beat upBroken bonedGettin’ hadGettin’ tookI tell you folksIt’s harder than it looksThe others joined in on the chorus:It’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ rollIt’s a long way to the top if you want to rock ‘n’ rollIf you think it’s easy doin’ one night standsTry playin’ in a rock roll bandIt’s a long way to the top if you want. Since I had driven to Chattanooga I was fully equipped. I didn't want to pull the .22mag on him, since gun got a lot of attention even in those days. I chose instead the Air Force Pilot's Survival knife. It wasn't big and it wasn't shiny but it got the thugs attention for sure when I held it to his throat. He had been so busy intimidating the youngster that he didn't watch his back very well."This is my business, and if you call me bitch again, I'm going to cut your fucking ear off," I said. As he gulped it down, he noticed an odd taste about this soda; something he could not quite place. Greg stepped back as he saw Billy start to get a little woozy. Billy heard the door open and turned around to see who it was, but ended up collapsing on the floor. The last sight he saw was Steve and Mike entering the room carrying a bundle. He heard Steve mutter something about having a device before falling completely unconscious."I have the device ready to go Greg. Thanks for all your help",.