America trained him.
Russia manipulated him.
China designed him.
Samuel Brown was eight years old when he was selected by a Chinese intelligence officer on the floor of a Guangzhou kitchen, twelve when he was tagged, twenty when the U.S. Army recruited him, thirty when a Russian handler offered him philosophy and chess, and forty-one when the first false accusation arrived in a manila folder on a Wednesday morning in Houston.
Then came the second. Then came the third.
What none of the three intelligence services running him understood was that the woman who had built him over forty years, by mail, in pencil, in a windowless office in Beijing - had made a promise to his dying mother in 1991. The promise was a single sentence. The sentence had reorganized an empire.
Spanning fifty years and three continents, Triple Cross is an epic of psychological espionage about the long quiet war between governments and the people they think they own.