“Come on, Jack. Mimms. You and Sid must know something.” Jack ticked points on his fingers. Jack aped the Sidster’s gruff growl. “Okay, boychik. He’s the white sheep of a prominent Negro family. He bilks his own people with that return-to-our-homeland shuck. He’s got a southside network of snitches reporting to him, and he reports to Jack the H. exclusive, because
