The jet was a solid eighteen-inch column, a pillar of brown mud and
yellow gravel and sea water that beat against the steel plates of
the hull with a hollow drumming roar. In the few seconds since the
explosion the cyclone was already half-filled with a slimy shifting
porridge that rushed from wall to wall with the movement of the
ship. It was like some monstrous jellyfish which each second
gathered weight and strength.' The Van Der Byl Diamond Company,
willed by its founder to his son Benedict, his sister Tracey and
their estranged foster-brother Johnny Lance turns out to be a
bequest of hatred. For it is couched in such terms as to offer
Benedict the instrument of destruction of his bitterest rival.
'Destroy Johnny' is the old man's implacable message. And so,
consumed with envy for Johnny, Benedict sets out in ruthless
pursuit of this goal – and Johnny is plunged into a maelstrom of
greed, vengeance and murder . . .