“And this is what you spend your money on,” Gary said, flushed. “This raft.”
Lammockson stared at him. “You’re enjoying the champagne, aren’t you?”
“We’re none of us used to alcohol,” Lily said hastily.
Lammockson laughed. “That’s fine, you deserve it, drink what you like, say what you like. Look-what should I spend my money on? My son Hammond attends the best private school in London. Everything I do, I do for him.” He pointed to a plump, sour-looking boy of about ten, wearing a tuxedo, who hovered near a waiter with a tray of wine. Lammockson said, “Father of my grandchildren someday. But there’s only so much money you can spend on a kid. What else? I’ve climbed in rainforests, and flown around the Moon in a Russian Soyuz ship. Look at my watch.” He brandished his arm before Gary and pulled back his sleeve to expose a heavy bit of jewelry. “You know what this is? A Richard Mille RM004-V7. Cost me a cool quarter million. And I don’t just own a watch. I have a watch wardrobe.”
Gary grinned. “Well, that’s class.”
“But I can only wear one watch at a time, right?” He glanced around at the shining throng drinking his champagne.“You know, most of these guys don’t get it. Even the ones who’ve actually made far more than me, they just don’t get it. But I have a feeling you people do. You who’ve seen the other side of life.”
“Get what?” Lily asked.
“That all this, the way we’ve been living, the way we’ve made our money, is under threat. Everything’s changing.”
“Climate change,” Gary guessed.
“Yeah. Especially this fast new sort, the sea-level rise, climate change on speed. But that’s not to say there isn’t still money to be made. A time of change is a time of opportunity. When Rome fell, you know, there were guys who got richer than ever before. They’d already owned half of Europe. You just got to know when to move out, and how. You have to be a realist.”
“And you’re a realist, are you, Mr. Lammockson?” Lily asked.
“I try to be. Call me Nathan. Listen to me. The old way, the hyper-capitalism behind the private equity game, it was always a bubble and it’s going to burst as soon as the stresses set in. The housing market in London is already going to hell, for example, everybody buying up the high ground, Hampstead and the Chilterns, and that’s distorting the whole of the UK economy.
“But I got out of housing long ago. Now I’m making a fortune from disaster recovery projects. You know the idea? When the computers in some bank’s basement go on the fritz because the floods come, I can switch over their operation straightaway to a dedicated backup suite in Aberdeen. The insurance industry, that’s another open goal right now, the traditional firms are crashing from a new rush of claims.”
“And ‘AxysCorp durables,’” Lily said. “I saw the posters.”
“Right,” he said energetically. “People sense we’re moving out of the old throwaway age. So now they want clothes that will last a decade, washing machines and cars that will run forever without maintenance, like that. And that new niche is precisely what I’m selling to.”
“So while the world goes to hell you get even richer,” Gary said.
“That’s the general idea. But I want to do more than make money. I feel it’s time for somebody to show some leadership, to show we can cope with this fucked-up world of ours.”
“Somebody like you,” Gary said.
Lammockson grinned. “You’re being ironic, my drunken friend, but you’re correct. That’s why I’m going public, it’s a conscious decision and a concerted strategy. Of course a high public profile needs big strokes. Stunts.”
Gary said, “Our rescue was a stunt, was it?”
“It got you out, didn’t it? I don’t see anything wrong in doing good for you while getting something out of it myself. See those guys in the corner?” He pointed to a group of middle-aged men happily feeding on vol-au-vents beneath the great chandelier; dark-skinned, short, they wore their lounge suits with a kind of indifference. “Elders from Tuvalu.”
Lily asked, “Where?”
“Island nation. Threatened by sea-level rise,” Gary said.
“You’re out of date, my friend,” Lammockson said. “No longer threatened-swamped, drowned, vanished. It was abandoned long before the end, when the salt water ruined the crops and killed the coconuts. Oh, nobody died, though a nation did; all ten thousand people were evacuated to New Zealand and elsewhere. And the very last choppers to rescue the weeping elders from the rising waves-”
“Were AxysCorp?” Gary guessed.
“Damn right,” Lammockson said. “Doing good in a public way. Showing leadership in a troubled world. That’s my angle. That’s what I’m doing with my money. And it’s going to be essential in the future, believe me. I mean, as regards flooding, in this country you’ve got an Environment Agency that shows about as much leadership as a drowning kitten, and a government that keeps paring back investment in flood defenses. But if this fucking sea-level rise continues, we’re going to see some major events.”
Lily began to feel alarmed. “Surely it won’t go that far.”
Gary frowned. “I’m far out of the loop-I really need to find out about all this.”
“You know, I’m serious about keeping in touch with you guys,” Lammockson said heavily. “You have a unique perspective, a fresh look after years away at a world going crazy. And I-”
An alarm chimed, a subtle gong. The string quartet stopped playing.
George Camden listened absently into the air. “It’s the storm, sir. It’s coming this way, heading for the estuary. We’re in no danger. But the guests should be informed.”
“See to it,” Lammockson snapped. Camden nodded and hurried away. Lammockson turned to the hostages.“Look, I hate to break this up but I should be elsewhere-”
“No.” Helen had said nothing during Lammockson’s monologue. Now she laid a hand on his arm. “Wait. I need to talk to you about my baby.”
He refocused on her. “Miss Gray.”
“It was one of your men, your doctors, who took her away from me. Wherever she is now, that makes you responsible.”
“I fully accept that. We’re doing all we can-”
“It’s not enough,” Helen said, a little wildly. She waved a hand.“Look at all these cameras, the microphones. Why don’t I stand up and tell them that Nathan Lammockson, savior of the world, stole my baby?”
Lily touched her arm. “Helen, come on-”
“Why don’t I go to the papers? Why don’t I write a bloody book?”
“Miss Gray,” Lammockson said. He faced her squarely, his full, formidable attention fixed on her. “ Miss Gray. I hear what you say. And you know what? I fully accept it. You’re absolutely right, morally. My men took custody of the child, and we took our eyes off the ball, and we’re responsible. I’m responsible. I give you my word, solemnly, that I will find your baby and get him back to you.”
“Her,” Helen said bitterly.
“Her. I’m sorry. Look at this place. Do you doubt I have the resources to do it? No. Do you doubt I have the commitment to see it through? No. I got you out of Barcelona, didn’t I? Go public if you want, Miss Gray, that’s your right. All I’m asking is for a little time to deal with this, to resolve it.”
Lily saw Helen was confused, trying to resist the force of his personality. Lily took her hand. “Helen, that sounds like the best bet to me right now.”
Lammockson nodded, apparently satisfied. “Are we good? Yes?” He held Helen’s shoulders. “We’ll see this through, you and I. But for now, I’ve a room full of rich folk to comfort.” He turned and walked away, staff clustering around him like ducklings following their mother.
Piers hurried back to Lily. “It’s all kicking off. There’s an alert out all along the estuary. I’m in contact with Gold Command. They’re mobilizing everything they’ve got. AxysCorp are putting their choppers in the air too, to be assigned to rescue operations. There’s work we can do-will you come with me? Lammockson’s staff are organizing a chopper for us. We can beat the storm if we move fast.”
“It’s a long time since I flew.”
“You’re not expected to pilot anything. But you know your way around choppers. You could be a big help.”
Lily suddenly thought of her sister and the kids, who were supposed to be in the Dome this afternoon.
