Chapter Twenty-OneForester needed to talk to Rico. He took the unusual step of inviting him to his house. It was a sprawling eleven room Georgian Colonial situated on a heavily wooded three-acre lot in Winnetka, one of the city's poshest suburbs, amidst similarly expansive mansions owned by the crème de la crème of Chicago's social and business elite, which included the managing partner of Paul's law firm. Most of Forester's neighbors either knew or suspected that his carpet cleaning business was a front and that he was really in the rackets. They turned their noses up at him but tolerated his presence because there was nothing they could do about it. Even if they exerted their considerable influence to have him investigated and ultimately arrested and convicted, the resulting negative pub
