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pros and cons of becoming involved yourself in sex tourism overseas. Seek and find love from American boys on a platonic, purely emotional level. For sexual satisfaction, travel once or twice yearly overseas. You might get arrested overseas . . . but the legal consequences . . . will be less severe.
    The report also discussed a letter in the December 1992
Bulletin
that provided advice on touching boys on various body parts, including the penis and the buttocks, and recommended taking warm showers together. Another letter in the
Bulletin
began, “The penis of an adolescent boy offers the warmth and security of its size. . . . But we cannot place any less prestige in the young penis of the pre-adolescent.”
    All this information was running through my mind as I walked up to Peter Melzer, aka Peter Herman. I tried to block out the faces of my son and his Little League buddies on the team I’d coached years before, tried to empty my head of the nauseating suggestions Peter Melzer and his fellow NAMBLA members would have concocted about how to get such boys to acquiesce to their sexual advances. Instead, I pasted on a smile and stuck out my hand as I approached. “Hi, Peter. I’m Robert, from California.”
    Peter was cordial and welcomed me to my first conference. He acknowledged my participation in the holiday card and the pen-pal program for incarcerated NAMBLA members, and my apparent dedication to the organization commenting on two articles I submitted for publication in the
Bulletin.
We chatted briefly. His voice evidenced a slight Eastern European accent.
    As many as twenty-five members had now gathered in the dining concourse. Peter organized us into informal groups based upon what each wanted to do for the evening. The majority chose a tour of Times Square Peter was conducting. Several groups, however, left to go to various residences. Most of those members were either from the New York area and had probably spent a lifetime in Times Square or were hesitant to spend too much time with first-time invitees. I chose the tour and it proved to be an eye-opening experience.
    Los Angeles, 1983
    Back in the mid-eighties, not long after the arrest of Dave, the marathon-running jewel thief, I was working in L.A. on a mob-run heroin-trafficking ring. During the course of that investigation, we became aware of another trafficker, Darrel, a Canadian citizen living in Los Angeles. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police believed Darrel was responsible for much of the China White heroin trade in the greater Vancouver area. The RCMP was eager to cooperate with us in trying to nail Darrel and his associates.
    The L.A. trafficking network utilized various individuals as “mules”: couriers who delivered the heroin from the distributor to various dealers and other buyers. One of these mules was a strikingly beautiful woman we’ll call Heather.
    Heather not only worked as a mule for the traffickers but also practiced the world’s oldest profession. Our evidence against her was insufficient to insure a conviction, but a profitable interrogation—especially if accompanied by a confession—could seal her legal fate. We had two alternatives: obtain a confession, and thus her conviction, or seek her cooperation. Heather’s role was somewhat limited in the drug organization, and based upon her contacts in Los Angeles—and, as it later proved, in Canada—my FBI partner and I believed her cooperation would be of greater benefit to the government than another mere conviction stat. We were more interested in having her testify against her bosses and provide intelligence on other drug-trafficking organizations operating in Los Angeles than we were in seeing her incarcerated.
    It was mid-December when we first met Heather. The fact she even agreed to meet with us boded well. Many subjects “lawyer up,” preventing law enforcement officials from even making a pitch. She met us at an outdoor café on Ventura Boulevard in Studio City. Over coffee