Mrs Charlotte De Granville wanted a quiet, unobtrusive, not too clever private detective for a very discreet little job. The nature of the assignment dictated a certain economy of truth when it came to briefing said detective. He would detect and she would take care of the rest -- with extreme prejudice. Anthony M Moretti, failed golf pro, onetime Miami nightclub hustler and more recently PI specializing in divorce work, fitted the bill rather nicely. So Tony got the job and the kind of trip that would take him from the glitter of Cape Town's jet set to the rotten underbelly of pulsating Durban to the tropical paradise of the Comoros Islands. Somewhere along the way things become complicated. Things like a black eyed beauty with a voice like Nina Simone or a woman who could stomach a revolution but not a man's betrayal. A young mercenary with hope in his heart and technicolor illusions of an Africa long faded to dusty decay. And an ageing soldier of fortune who really should have known better...