Failed Redemption

A Jordan R

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John England has settled in the penthouse of Peters Tower, the tower block of fifty apartments that his wife's family had built. Now living with his partner Fiona since the tragic death of his wife and children, John receives millions of pounds of inheritance.When the financial crisis hit in 2008, Sandra Wall, the MD of Walls Holdings, was under severe pressure to repay the bank. She borrowed three million from Michael Fitzallen, who gained access to half the rental income from the block as well as having a half share.In the present, John England has been the subject of numerous attempts to recover the three million pounds from different factions associated with Michael Fitzallen. Michael himself has been sent to prison for murdering Sandra, and if he is there for more than ten years, the money will be forfeit. And he's willing to go to imaginative lengths to recover his moneyAs John and Fiona lay low on a private motor yacht in the Mediterranean and the Spanish Secret Police get involved, can John escape this cycle of constant threat and death?

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• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 27 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781803139661
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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OTHER NOVELS BY R A JORDAN
THE WALLS SAGA

Time’s Up
England’s Wall
Laundry
Cracks in the Wall
Secret Side
A Tower of Strength

CHARITY BOOKS IN AID OF NHS CHARITIES

Match Day Murder
The Family Lie






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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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This book is dedicated to my five wonderful grandchildren, who are growing up quickly.

Sam, Dan, Phoebe, Izzy and Roxy.



I wish to pay tribute to all those who have helped me create this book. Some will know who they are. Others have helped in ways they never knew. Thank you all.

Thank you to all those who have purchased and donated to the NHS Charities Together by purchasing my Charity Books.

Failed Redemption is the next book in the Walls Saga.



‘Assassination has never changed the history of the world.’

Benjamin Disraeli: House of Commons 1 May 1865


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Reflections of Death
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About The Author


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‘How wonderful to be back. The view over the city never fails to excite me.’
‘Yes, my love, the view is an ever-changing picture. It must be like living by the sea or a harbour. There is always something going on. It’s the same here, but it’s mainly traffic and clouds.’
‘Our trip to Ireland turned out to be more exciting than expected. Your proficiency with a pistol managing to save us was exceptional. I thought you had killed the man.’
John and Fiona were back in their penthouse suite in Peters Tower in Manchester. After living in the countryside for so long, John found it difficult to get used to living in this beautifully furnished apartment. Sienna, his wife, tragically killed in a car accident, was responsible for the furnishings. She would never have imagined that John would one day live here. The view from the bifold windows was awe-inspiring.
‘You know, everyone who comes here walks immediately to the window to enjoy the view over the centre of Manchester. We are high enough to see the Pennine hills, Fiona.’
‘It was a great trip, John, full of unexpected happenings, but it is good to be home,’ said Fiona, John’s new companion and lover.
‘Well, we certainly got more than we expected. Coffee?’
‘Yes, please, I will put the washing machine on. Can you let me have your clothes that want washing, John?’
‘Sure, I will dig my stuff out as soon as I have had a quick squint at this small pile of mail, mostly rubbish.’
John pulled the waste-paper bin closer to his desk. The junk mail was destined to be sent there. There were only three letters of interest. One from Andrew at Bennetts saying he needed to speak and arrange transfer of funds to wherever John decided. The second was a report from the letting agent, Angela, confirming the current situation in the block. The last was a statement from his credit card company, which had been hit hard due to the additional time in a hotel in Ireland and the unexpected flight home.
John set the coffee machine working.
‘You know, I am always fascinated by this machine.’ Speaking aloud, he loaded the device with a new cassette, ensuring water was in the tank, pressing the ‘go’ button and watching the aluminium cup fill with coffee. ‘I am sure one day it will overflow. I am puzzled how it knows? Here is your coffee, sunshine. I will get my dirty washing for you now,’ giving Fiona a peck on the cheek as he stood up to get his bag with his clothes. Fiona added John’s dirty washing to the pile Fiona had already made in the utility area.
‘You know,’ said John, ‘I had always thought that Krups, who manufacture the coffee machine, were part of the massive Krupp organisation in Essen. They were colossal steel producers and manufacturers of armaments for the German Army. It wasn’t until I searched the internet that Krups, founded in 1846, made weighing scales, coffee machines and hairdryers. They are nothing to do with Krupp, the steel maker. Thought you would like to know that!’
‘You are a fountain of knowledge, John.’
‘I have an enquiring mind. The good news is that Angela has sent me a message advising me all the flats are fully let. 803 has had a new tenant for two years. An Italian has taken 801 where the fire was.’
John continued reading and looking at the attachments giving details of the tenants.
‘My God, Fiona, the new tenant in 803 is Brandon Phelan. That is not a British name; could he be related to the Phelans from Dunmore Hall?’
‘Oh no, John, we have surely seen enough of them. Has he come here on purpose, do you suppose?’
‘I will go and see Angela; look at his file. What can I do if he is related to the Irish Phelans? I don’t know. He will know why he has come. I would also like to know why he is here, but he is unlikely to reveal the true reason.’
***
‘Angela, it’s John.’
‘John, did you have a good trip?’
‘Yes, I suppose you could say that. I will tell you all about it when I call in. Would within the hour be acceptable? I need to see the tenant files on 801 and 803. They moved in while we were away.’
***
‘Is everything okay, Fiona? I need to pop down and see Angela. Do you need me to get anything while I am out?’
‘Thanks, John. It all depends on what and where we eat tonight?’
‘We could go to the little bistro down the road, which looks intriguing?’
‘That will do just fine, so no, is the answer to your question. See you later, darling.’
***
‘Angela, sorry to bug you as soon as I get back. I need to know where Mr Phelan is from, his previous addresses and his job in Manchester.’
‘That’s easy enough, John. I have the files here.’
‘Good, I will read the contents. I may need copies. Angela, Brandon Phelan is of great interest to me. Let me explain. As you know, Fiona and I accepted an invitation to sail to Cork in southern Ireland with our old acquaintance, Goose. He had just purchased his new boat; the trip to Cork was effectively a trial sail. I knew before we left that I was to meet a man who had been demanding money from me on behalf of his brother, Michael Fitzallen. The amount was three million pounds. That was the sum his brother lent to my sister-in-law, Sandra Wall. There was an agreement that Michael would receive half the rents from the block, and on the sale of Peters Tower, he would receive his money back. There was a clause that made the agreement void. The agreement would end if Michael committed a crime that put him in jail for ten years or more. Michael would forfeit the right to share rents and for his capital to be repaid.
‘Michael did commit a crime. He murdered my sister-in-law, Sandra; a solicitor drafted the agreement. All the problems we have had at Peters Tower with the fire here and the fire I had at my farm in Tarporley were down to Sean Fitzallen, Michael’s brother, trying to get his hands on the money for his brother.’
‘Good heavens, but it still does not explain your concerns over Brandon Phelan,’ enquired Angela.
‘Yes, well, it goes back a long way. Michael Fitzallen was in partnership with another guy and their financier, Niall Phelan, who lived at Dunmore Hall. Cutting the story short, Phelan double-crossed Michael Fitzallen and moved all the partnership profits to his bank account in Ireland. It was well more than three million, nearer four million pounds. Goose, who we have just been with on his new motor yacht, managed to recover most of the money for Michael. Niall Phelan was killed in an explosion in his laboratory at Dunmore Hall.
‘We have managed to see an end to Sean Fitzallen, who fell overboard from Goose’s boat and drowned. It now seems that the Phelan part of the organisation is trying to get their hands on the money.’
‘What a tangled web, John. What are you going to do?’
‘I intend to uncover the true intentions of Brandon Phelan following the failed retribution attempt by Sean Fitzallen. I need a full copy of this file, please, Angela.’
John took the new papers, carefully secured in a manilla envelope, back to the penthouse.


2
‘Fiona, can you spare me some time to consider our future moves relating to the Phelan family? It involves attempting to recover money taken from Michael Fitzallen by Niall Phelan and t