Blog Tour: The 3rd Woman by Jonathan Freedland

Jonathan Freedland PHOTO CREDIT Philippa Gedge 2015

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HarperCollins, July 2015

I am very pleased to welcoming author, Jonathan Freedland to Novel Kicks today. His latest novel, The 3rd Woman is due to be published later this week on 2nd July. Here’s the blurb:


Journalist Madison Webb is obsessed with exposing lies and corruption. But she never thought she would be investigating her own sister’s murder.


Madison refuses to accept the official line that Abigail’s death was an isolated crime. She uncovers evidence that suggests Abi was the third victim in a series of killings hushed up as part of a major conspiracy.


In a United States that now bows to the People’s Republic of China, corruption is rife – the government dictates what the ‘truth’ is. With her life on the line, Madison must give up her quest for justice, or face the consequences…

Jonathan is an award-winning journalist, author and broadcaster. He writes a weekly column for The Guardian and his also presents BBC Radio 4’s The Long View. He has written seven books (two are non-fiction) as Jonathan Freedland and has also written best-selling novels under the pseudonym, Sam Bourne.

As part of the blog tour, we review the novel but first, Jonathan (and HarperCollins) have kindly shared an extract. Enjoy.


Nothing that suggested a struggle. Maddy recalled the words and, above all, the expression on the detective’s face as she had said them. How dared she imply that Abigail had been some kind of willing participant in her own death? Of course it was murder, of course it was. Madison just had to get the police to realize it. And soon: she had covered enough homicide cases to know that speed was critical. They always talked about that ‘golden hour’, the period immediately after a homicide has been discov­ered when detectives are able to gather the most, and the best, forensic evidence from a crime scene. Maddy feared that time had been and gone. That while they played around with their absurd sex-game theory, valuable evidence might be vanishing.

But she could not quite shake off Quincy’s words. You don’t always know everything. Quincy had insisted that Abigail did not do anything so ‘urban’ as drugs, but that did not exclude the possibility that she was daring in other ways. Did Abigail have a dark side hidden only from her, but known to the others? Maddy had always imagined it was only she who had sexual secrets, who had made countless bad choices. She had always assumed that Abigail was as wholesome as Quincy was straitlaced. But maybe she was wrong. And how to explain the high-end clothing she had seen in the closet, each item far beyond the reach of an elementary school teacher’s budget?

Her phone vibrated. She glanced down: Detective Jeff Howe again. High probability that he was merely ‘checking in’ – his phrase – making sure she was OK, even though next to no time had passed since he had last been here. But there was a chance he was calling for the reason she had asked: to convey information. She pressed the green button.

‘Hi Madison. You OK?’

‘Yes,’ she replied, hoping her terseness sounded sad rather than impatient, even though the latter was the truth.

‘I’ve seen the coroner’s report.’

‘Right. Can you—’

‘Not the whole thing. Only a summary, by the looks of things. But I’ve got the concluding section.’


‘There were signs of pressure on the neck, suggestive of a chokehold. And indications that she was held, with some force, by her head, around the temples. Probably from behind.’

The thought of it, the picture of it that materialized instantly, made her unsteady. A kind of queasiness rose through her, as if she were dizzy. To visualize with great clarity her sister grabbed and held by a stranger, the fear that she knew would have consumed Abigail at that moment, the word chokehold – all of it made Madison nauseous. The sensation was physical.

But she forced the sickness away, as if she were pushing bile back down her throat. She would force herself to think, not to feel, to process what she had just heard the way she imagined Barbara Miller and Howe’s fellow cops would: as information. As data: nothing more, nothing less. Judged like that, as the detectives would judge it, she told herself these latest findings were interesting and useful, but hardly destruc­tive of the police’s rough sex hypothesis. That Abigail had been nearly strangled did not mean she had been nearly strangled by a stranger. If anything, this evidence could be held to strengthen the LAPD’s working theory of the case, confirming that the rough sex was really rough. Madison said nothing of this. Only, ‘What else?’

‘No needle retrieved from the scene.’

‘Are there pictures?’

‘None I’ve seen.’

‘Jeff, don’t spare me because you think I can’t handle it. I can—’

‘I’m not sparing you. I told you, I haven’t seen the complete report.’

‘All right, I’m sorry. Please. Go on.’

‘No needle. And just one needle mark. No others.’

‘Which confirms Abigail was no junkie,’ Madison said, irritated by the betraying quaver of her voice.

‘Actually,’ Jeff replied, ‘there’s a note on that. Saying needle marks can often close up within weeks.’

‘For God’s sake, Jeff, Abigail was not a drug user.’

‘I didn’t write this report, Madison. I’m just the jerk risking his job to tell you what it says.’

‘You’re right. I’m sorry.’ She swallowed, girding herself for the next and obvious question. ‘Jeff, I have to ask.’

‘Yes?’ he said, though he knew.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what she would have to say as much as for what she might have to hear. She sought to smother her inquiry in the language of forensics, as if that might take the edge off. ‘Was there any sign of sexual contact? Any . . . exchange of bodily fluids? Anything like that?’ Her voice petered out.

The policeman answered quickly. ‘No sign at all, Madison. None.’

Madison thanked Jeff again – aware of the obligation that was building between them – and hung up. Only then did she let out a long, deep exhalation, one she had not wanted him to hear. Thank God for that. For that small mercy at least, thank God. Whatever hell Abigail had endured, she had not been raped. In that instant when Jeff first told her Abigail had been found dead, that had been Madison’s starting assumption.

But that only made the horror more baffling. At least a sex crime had an obvious, if grotesque, motive. But how was she to make sense of Abigail’s death now? Perhaps the LAPD would cling to its sex-game theory all the same, but it struck Madison as a strange kind of sex that involved no contact. No, she was certain. This was no accident. It was murder. But the question remained, sharper now than ever: why would anyone want to kill her sister?


Our verdict on The 3rd Woman… 

This book is fully typical for this genre. You know that the characters and plot set up at the beginning of the novel aren’t going to fully be what they seem. What sets this book apart however, in my opinion was its setting. It is set in a world where China has called in its loans to the US and as a result, there is now a large Chinese presence in the string of pearls ports (San Francisco, Los Angeles etc.) This added a new, original dynamic to the genre.

The style of writing is good and it drew me in. The plot was well paced and there were no slow bits of the book. The sentences were of a decent length (short sentences are a pet peeve,) and the chapters are a decent length. This book was easy to read. 

Most of the characters, to be honest were fairly average but the main character, Madison, was very well written and developed. I got a very vivid picture of her. I very much wanted her to succeed and there were definitely aspects of her personality I empathised with. 

This is my first novel by Jonathan Freedland. I very much enjoyed it and I look forward to reading more novels from this author. 

(Review by Chris Parish.) 


The 3rd Woman is published by HarperCollins on 2nd July and is available for pre-order. Click on the link to view on Amazon UK.  The next stop on the tour is at Northern Crime. Also join the conversation on Twitter: #The3rdWoman.


You can find out more about Jonathan at his website:


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I’m Laura. I started Novel Kicks in 2009. I wanted a place to post my writing as well as give other writers like me the opportunity to do the same. There is also a monthly book club, a writing room which features writing prompts, book reviews, competitions, author interviews and guest posts.

I grew up by the sea (my favourite place in the world) and I currently live in Hampshire. I am married to Chris, have a cat named Buddy and I would love to be a writer. I’m trying to write the novel I’ve talked so much about writing if only I could stop pressing delete. I’ve loved writing since creative writing classes in primary school. I have always wanted to see my teacher Miss Sayers again and thank her for the encouragement. When not trying to write the novel or writing snippets of stories on anything I can get my hands on, I love reading, dancing like a loon and singing to myself very badly. My current obsession is Once Upon a Time and I would be happy to live with magic in the enchanted forest surrounded by all those wonderful stories provided that world also included Harry Potter. I love reading chick lit. contemporary fiction and novels with mystery.

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