The other brother was much less crazy, at least at the time. He was just muscle at a local club I had on the books. I saw him for the first time when he was accompanying the Manager with my cash payment. I didn’t pay much attention except for the look in his eyes. That I remember. It was not a scary look; no one scares me and lives. It was just that he had something going on inside his head. You do not see that look from the muscle, it was unusual. A few weeks later the manager of the club had an idea about Zombie stripers as a gimmick to increase business. I went down to check out the idea and I could tell it was really the brother running the idea and making things happen. I asked that he accompany the manager with payments and I kept an eye on him. Smart muscle can be a problem if it is not used and directed in the right way. You don’t want a guy thinking he has the ability to take over.
I gave him focus and noticed how he took to it. It was truly amazing, he reminded me of me. He not only was making sure the undead girls were making me money, but he kept the whole place running clean. The manager was too loose with the girls and staff and had trouble with them making money on the side. That is bad for my pocket book and gives the place bad press. I can’t allow anything to bring unwanted attention my way. I brought the brother in and had a talk with him on the regular managers off day. As it turns out he was very willing to keep the place running clean, profitable and under the official radar. Within a few days the old manager stopped coming to work and we had a new manager at the club. I liked calling him Muscle Boy when he delivered the payment. He never bothered bringing anyone with him and never asked what happened to the old manager. Good thing, because when people ask too many questions they visit the pig farm and can find out for themselves what happens when I get disappointed.
