It is December 2008 in Nicosia, the sun-drenched capital of Cyprus. A stocky Russian approaches a young American: “Do you know the way to the federal post office?” he asks. Except it’s not a question; it’s a prearranged password. And the American isn’t a tourist: He’s a recently discharged U.S. Army infantryman offering to sell secrets to Russians on behalf of his disgraced father, a former Central Intelligence Agency officer. Moments later, the American is being driven in a sleek sedan along ancient streets toward the Russian Embassy. Soon after that, he’s flying home to Eugene, Ore., bearing $12,000 in crisp new $100 bills.
So begins Bryan Denson’s engaging “The Spy’s Son,” a noirish thriller that happens to be true.