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"The Jefferson Club is a remote, private resort for the super-rich - the buildings, the amenities, and the security are state of the art and beyond compare. Many of the world's wealthiest people - business leaders, entrepreneurs, politicians, celebrities - gather for the most exclusive New Year's Eve party in the world. As expensive champagne flows and multibillion dollar deals are arranged, the unimaginable happens - a highly trained, heavily armed paramilitary force calling itself the Third Position Army breaches the world's best security system and takes everybody hostage." "Mickey" Hennessey, former U.S. Special Agent, is the head of security for the Jefferson Club. A divorced father of three teenagers, he's spending the holiday with his kids. When the club is attacked, his entire team is wiped out and only he makes it out of the club alive. Now he's outside while his kids are trapped inside, hostages of the Third Position Army who are putting seven of the ten richest men on "trial" for their crimes against humanity, live on the internet for the world to see. While a top FBI rescue team works feverishly to rescue all the hostages, Hennessey is determined to do all he can, to overcome every obstacle, to ensure his children's safety - or die trying.
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Bestseller Sullivan's first thriller since 2003's The Serpent's Kiss displays his usual knack for setting and scenario. On New Year's Eve during a snowstorm, members of the Third Position Army, a group devoted to fighting corporate greed, seize the Jefferson Club, "a twelve-thousand-acre ultra-private resort for the super-rich," in southwest Montana. General Anarchy, the group's leader, and his troops free most of the vacationers, but take the world's six richest men hostage and sequentially put them on trials broadcast over the Internet. Summary executions follow in most cases. The twist: the 14-year-old triplets of the club's security chief, Mickey Hennessy, manage to squirrel themselves away within the resort's back rooms and stealthily work to foil the terrorists. Vile villains, the inevitable romance and the children-in-peril dynamic move the plot efficiently if predictably toward the harrowing finale in the rugged wilderness. This is a solid return for Sullivan, but a place keeper at best. (Apr.)

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Snow and cliches pile up in the latest from Sullivan (The Serpent's Kiss, 2003, etc.). A helicopter lurches through cross winds as a blizzard bears down on the mountains of Montana on New Year's Eve. On board, the general of the Third Position Army ("[A] pit-bullish man with a glare like an axe falling") readies his followers for an attack on the Jefferson Club, an exclusive resort. Their target: the seven richest men in the world, who gather with a Grand Hotel cast, stereotypes all. There's Albert Crockett, "the infamous corporate raider," Sir Lawrence Treadwell, a British tycoon who enters sniffing a cigar, and Horatio Burns, who brought himself up from poverty and orphanhood to own and run the hotel. Then there's "Mickey" Hennessy, the man's man who heads security. Recovering from divorce and substance abuse, Hennessy, his teenage triplets in tow for a holiday break, faces a lonely new year. The army lands, takes over swiftly, impervious to cries for mercy. "We couldn't care less, you corrupt, gluttonous bastard of a whore," the general sneers at one victim. The richest seven, it appears, face trial and punishment for their crimes against civilization. But Hennessy escapes the hotel, joining forces with local police and then with the FBI, whose number happens to include Cheyenne O'Neil, a "tough babe" Mickey finds attractive. Back at the hotel, the trials ensue, played out on the Internet and affording viewers the opportunity to determine guilt or innocence. Votes of guilty avalanche the defendants, who are taken out to be burned, drowned or sent running through the frigid night wearing only underwear. Left behind, the triplets embark on a Spielbergean adventure, defending themselveswith rifles that shoot paint balls and hiding out in secret passages. Desperate to save his kids and the guests, Hennessy and a 50-horse brigade ride to their rescue. Sullivan's predictable plotting, overdrawn characters and overwrought dialogue and description make it hard to take his plot seriously. Agent: David Hale Smith/DHS Literary
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"A riveting, heart-stopping adventure." —-Steve Berry, author of The Venetian Betrayal
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  • ISBN-13: 9780312378509
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/14/2009
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author


Mark T. Sullivan is the author of several international bestselling thrillers, including the New York Times bestseller Purification Ceremony.

Lloyd James has been narrating since 1996, has recorded over six hundred books in almost every genre, has earned six AudioFile Earphones Awards, and is a two-time nominee for the prestigious Audie Award.

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Chapter One

Monday, December 31

TRUE WINTER HIT around eleven a.m. that New Year's Eve. North winds slanted in, bearing temperatures in the low teens. Iron clouds followed, casting a pale and crystalline-gray glow across the west flank of the Jefferson Range in southwest Montana.

Three construction helicopters chugged east toward the remote mountains over a valley cut up into cattle ranches and spliced by a river that ribboned through it. As they closed on the foothills, hail and snow peppered the choppers. Visibility worsened. The pilot in the lead airship grew agitated.

"We're gonna hit big-time snow and crosswinds," he said into his microphone, glancing at the hard-looking man riding next to him, dressed head to toe in snow camouflage and wearing a climbing harness. "Sure we can't postpone, General?"

The general turned his head, revealing the rocky face of a man in his early forties framed with shoulder-length brown hair. "We have a schedule," he replied icily. "It will not be compromised."

The pilot felt the general looking at him and glanced his way again. What he saw in the general's eyes rattled the pilot, made him feel like he was expendable.

"Get ready for one hell of a ride," the pilot said finally.

They gained elevation and entered the clouds. Visibility was less than two hundred feet. Crosswinds buffeted the chopper and it lurched sideways. The pilot fought for control as the helicopter bucked, shuddered, and jolted. Several of the fifteen other snow-camouflaged passengers in the bird's hold muttered and cursed.

"Gonna be worse at ten thousand feet," the pilot said, gritting his teeth. "I can't guarantee you'll get on the ground alive."

"Abort the first landing zone," the general said. "Use the secondary."

"It's a long hike," the pilot said.

"It is what it is," the general said.

The pilot got on his radio and called the orders to the other two helicopters. He turned south with the winds. The buffeting ebbed, but visibility remained pea soup. Twice the pilot got too low in the dense clouds and almost clipped the tops of lodgepole pines with his struts. Despite the icy air seeping in the doors of the helicopter, sweat kept beading on his forehead and dripping down his nose. The pilot had flown fifty missions in Iraq and had been twice engulfed in sandstorms in the air, but those experiences were nothing compared to the whiteout conditions he was facing.

The general, however, seemed largely unmoved by their predicament. His expression was burned in place, an attitude of calculating, grim determination. He peered back into the chopper's hold. There was an acidic odor wafting from in there and he recognized it as the scent of soldiers contemplating their mortality. His attention swept over the men and women sitting on benches, strapped to the helicopter's inner hull. The majority of them wore one version or another of the general's facial expression—expectant and focused.

Three of them, however, looked out of place—more fearful, more tenuous than the rest of the crew. One man, two women. All of them sitting together, their eyes darting from one to the other. The general caught the eye of the woman closest to him. Early twenties. Cute rather than pretty, short and athletic, her sandy hair was roped up in dreadlocks and a hoop ring pierced her nose.

"Are you ready, Mouse?" the general asked.

Mouse gazed at the general as if he were some kind of prophet, saying, "It's time to make them pay for the hell they've inflicted on people."

Approval rumbled through the helicopter's belly. The pale blond man beside Mouse spoke with a thick French accent. "Time to light the fire under their fat asses."

"It is, Cristoph," the general agreed. "Rose? Are you not well?"

The miserable-looking brunette with the big nose sitting next to Cristoph said, "If this shaking keeps up, I'm going to puke all over myself. I'm not used to this kind of crap. I don't know if I can do the rappel into the second zone."

The general's features hardened. "You'll do it or I'll throw you out the door."

Rose moaned and hung her head between her knees. The general's attention moved deeper into the cavity of the helicopter to a massive black man with a basketball-like head sitting atop crossbar shoulders.

"Truth, get your troops ready," he said. "Landing zone two."

Truth wiped a boxing mitt of a hand across his muzzle. "Lighten loads?

"We're already stripped to the essentials. We're just going to have to suck it up."

The pilot shouted, "Quarter mile, General!"

The general twisted back to look out the windshield. The snow was falling like hundreds of white whirl pools on the radically steep, shale-strewn hillside. The footing would be treacherous.

"Hundred and seventy-five yards and closing," the pilot said, watching the readout on his U.S.-military-spec GPS.

Truth and two men moved several large rubberized duffel bags toward the side door, which they slid open. Frigid air and swirling snow blasted the inner cabin and brought with them the piney smells of the forest.

"There's your cliff !" the pilot cried.

The general spotted a narrow balcony of rock jutting from the woods, off the side of a gorge two hundred feet deep. He pointed at gnarled old pines growing off the near side of the point.

"Come about and keep your nose on those trees," he told the pilot. "If you're on your game, you won't shear the rear blades and kill us all."

The pilot squinted in fear and eased the stick forward. The chopper hovered forward over the stone balcony. Ever so slowly, trembling like a compass confused by magnets, the nose of the ship came around.

"Go!" the general roared.

A pair of climbing ropes were flung out the door. Truth lifted the rappelling rack attached to his chest harness, clipped it to the rope, and went out the open side door. He carried a heavy pack with several grenades strapped to the back. He slid from view. The others followed.

The general shouldered his pack last, put on goggles, and leaped out the door, sliding down the rope, swinging wildly in the wind. Truth held the rope at the bottom and helped the general off.

The general walked the razorback, holding his hands out from his sides like a tight-wire artist, then reached the main cliff and entered the woods on a game trail, moving toward voices ahead. Behind him, the rubber duffel bags were lowered successfully, the first helicopter lifted away, and a second chopper took its place, disgorging more troops and supplies.

The general slipped through the trees toward the bottom of the rockslide where his soldiers were gathering. He tugged at the brim of his white wool hat, transforming it into a hood with holes cut for eyes, nose, and mouth. He crept into the embrace of a snow-laden fir tree. In his camouflage, the general was for all intents invisible, listening, gauging the people he was leading, looking for any weakness.

In the clearing, a lanky man in his late twenties with dark features and a gold front tooth yanked off a glove and with his free hand tugged up the collar of his coat. "We're taking this to a whole other level now," he said in an Oklahoma twang. "This is goddamned throwing down the gauntlet. Declaration of fuckin' war."

Cristoph removed his round wire-rimmed glasses and wiped the snow off them. "The general is right, Dalton," he said. "We must act."

A tall, attractive Latina woman in her thirties put her pack down beside them, saying, "If not, the world will be doomed. Our children will be doomed."

"I've heard the speech, Emilia," Dalton said. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Are you, Dalton?" asked a pit-bullish man with a glare like an axe falling and teardrop tattoos under both eyes. " 'Cause if you aren't, you should get the fuck out before the shit hits the fan. Start hiking. Town's only, what, forty miles?"

"Cobb, there's a difference between stepping inside the nut house and thinking about it," Dalton shot back. "We'll see who keeps it together when it goes psycho."

"Yeah, we will," Cobb said, giving Dalton a snake's half-lidded expression.

"This is no time for measuring penises," Mouse said, her voice rippling with emotion. "We can't lose sight of what this is for." She raised her fist. "Remember Seattle! Change the world!"

"We change it now!" Cristoph cried and pumped his fist.

The general smiled.

Truth and the men from the third helicopter came into the clearing dragging the rubberized duffel bags behind them. They opened the bags and distributed black 9mm Sterling submachine guns and bandoliers of ammunition.

The general stepped into the clearing, took his gun, loaded it, and then said, "Okay. Let's go teach the world a thing or two about justice, Third-Position-style."

Excerpted from Triple Cross by MARK T. SULLIVAN

Copyright © 2009 by Mark T. Sullivan

Published in April 2009 by St. Martin's Press

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    An Outstanding Thriller!

    I first came across "Triple Cross" through an email newsletter that has a list of upcoming release books. "Triple Cross" caught my eye and I picked it up the day it was available.

    It's a thriller, thats written like a great action movie, with a great storyline, amazing characters and several plot twists that make for a non-stop read. This is one of those books, you won't want to put down.

    The Jefferson Club, where the richest of the rich men come to relax & vacation. On this particular New Year's Eve, seven of the ten richest men are taken hostage by a heavily armed paramilitary eco-terrorist squad calling themselves "The Third Position Army", they plan to put the men on trial, one by one. They also plan to broadcast the trials through the internet and let the viewers vote. The main character, Mickey Hennessey is the Jefferson Club head security guard, a former Secret Service agent. After the initial attack on the club, Mickey Hennessey is trapped outside, wounded and his three triplets, Connor, Bridger & Hailey are stuck inside.

    "Triple Cross" has a little bit of something for everyone. The story is intriguing and has alot of current / recent real events mixed into the story, including alot about fraudulent stock market trading.

    I'd never heard of Mark T. Sullivan before this book, apparently his previous six books havent made a huge splash here in the states, but he's well known in Germany. After reading and thoroughly enjoying "Triple Cross", I plan to check out Mark's future books and a few of his previous novels!

    It's a great read if you like thrillers, you won't be disappointed with this one and you might even learn something, I did!

    Search the web for more information about the real Jefferson Club, actually called the Yellowstone Club near the Big Sky ski resort, Montana!

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    Fantastic Work of Genius

    Mark T. Sullivan's new anti globalist thriller is a daring work of fiction in our present economic turmoil. This was one book that was hard to put down. Though at first it seemed to follow the usual predictable path of a special interest group out to prove it's point by terrorizing the elite, Mr. Sullivan's book takes a few turns that leaves the reader comparing the author's fiction to the facts of our faltering capitalism today. It's difficult not to become personally involved with the book, when our daily headlines read about corruption and trading that has brought companies to their knees. And just when you think you have it figured out, there's another revelation. The ending is a fantastic work of genius. If you love action/adventure Triple Cross is not to be missed. I absolutely loved this book.

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  • Posted May 4, 2009

    What a Thriller

    I just loved this book. Couldn't put it down. The characters were so real to me. I can't wait to read Mark's other books.

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