The One-Star Husband
"Hold the door, one-star."
That is most of what the Abernethy family has said to Enzo Moretti in four years of marriage. He is the son-in-law the Star Commissioner married to his daughter on live television, to prove that in Asterholm, where anyone can rate anyone and one star means the worst of everything, the system is fair.
They have never asked why he has one star. At seventeen, Enzo gave away five perfect ones to stop the city exiling his mother and little sister. Five years ago, a stranger handed him a small brass star in return: the key to the Lodestar, a secret seat with the power to strike any vote in the city and overrule the Star Bureau itself.
Now his sister has filmed the Commissioner's son laughing beside a dying boy, and forty thousand accounts are voting her out of the city by dawn. His wife, Ottoline, the most trusted face on the evening news, is one broadcast away from losing everything. And a mastermind who calls himself the Critic has begun hunting the Lodestar the only way that works: by making the people it protects fall.
But the Lodestar has one law nobody else knows. The day Enzo's own rating reaches two stars, the seat leaves him forever, and since the city heard what he gave away at seventeen, it has started rating him up.
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Chapter: Chapter Ten: The SeamstressEnzo ran the whole way from the station, and he was still too late.He turned into his mother's street just as Thrale's car pulled away from the shop. The door stood open, and light spilled across the pavement. Inside, Lucia was on the stairs, shouting at officers who were already gone, her voice breaking on every word. Ottoline was running down the middle of the road after the car in her stockinged feet, her coat flying open, as if she could catch it by refusing to stop. She ran until it turned the corner and its tail lights vanished. Then she stood alone under the streetlamp with her hands at her sides.When Enzo reached her, she turned, and for once the most trusted face in the city had nothing ready to say."She went without a fuss," Ottoline said at last. "She put her coat on and told them to mind the step."By morning, Benedict stood on the Bureau steps beneath the Starboard with every camera in Asterholm pointed at him."The Lodestar has been found," he said, and let the words
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Chapter: Chapter Nine: The ThumbprintBy noon, Thrale had come for Enzo too.He found him on the pier, standing in front of what was left of the warehouse. The fire had burned itself out before dawn, leaving a black skeleton of girders and a smell of melted plastic that hung over the whole dock. Enzo had come back to see if anything had survived. Nothing had.Thrale walked up the planks with two officers behind him and a sheet of paper in his hand. "The lease on this building," he said, holding it up. "Signed and paid for in the name of E. Moretti."Enzo looked at the signature. It was nothing like his own."And a witness," Thrale went on. "Rafferty Abernethy tells us he saw the Fairness husband carrying petrol onto this pier last night." He nodded to his officers. "Turn around."Enzo turned. The cuffs closed around his wrists, and as the officers walked him back down the planks, he understood what the lease meant. Someone had built this frame days ago, before the fire, before Ozzie, perhaps before the Star Report. The Cr
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: Let Me FallBy the small hours, Graziella Moretti was below one, and her name was on the morning's Dimming list.Enzo had watched the number cross the line at a quarter past two. Within a minute, the Bureau's notice arrived on her phone. Inspector Thrale's officers would come for her at first light.She sat at her own kitchen table, sewing, as if this were any other night. A child's coat lay across her knees with a button half attached. Lucia had cried herself to sleep upstairs. Ottoline sat by the stove with her phone in her lap, watching the number, and Ozzie Tolliver lay asleep on the sofa in the front room in his scorched jacket, because there had been nowhere else to take him.Graziella bit off her thread and looked at her son."Whatever you're thinking, don't," she said. "Let me fall."He didn't answer. He was reading Ozzie's drive on Ottoline's phone, and had been since they got home, scrolling past council members and judges' sons, looking for anything that would show him how the Critic t
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Pier SixThey waited for dark.Pier Six stood at the far end of the docks where the cranes gave out, a long tin warehouse with its windows painted black. Enzo had walked past it every morning for five years on his way to the ships, and he had never once seen its loading door open. Tonight it stood ajar by the width of a hand, and through the gap came a faint blue glow, like moonlight on water.Ottoline crouched beside him behind a stack of pallets with her hood pulled up. "That's it?""That's it."They crept to the door. Inside, the warehouse was a maze of steel shelves running back into the dark, and on every shelf, cheap phones sat charging in rows by the hundred. Their screens lit and dimmed in slow waves, thousands of small blue faces waking and sleeping. Each one was a citizen who didn't exist, and each one had a vote.At the far end, behind the window of a plywood office, a boy sat hunched over a laptop. He couldn't have been more than twenty, thin and unwashed, swallowed by a hooded jac
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Chapter: Chapter Six: Two Is The LineBy breakfast, Ottoline's number had started falling again.Enzo watched it over her shoulder at the cutting table. One point three. One point two. By the time Lucia left for school, it was one point one, and the shop was filled with the soft, steady sound of Graziella's machine, as if nothing in the world were wrong.He knew exactly what this was. The Critic had dragged the Commissioner's daughter from five stars to one in a single night, and now it was finishing the job slowly, in daylight, where the whole city could watch. It wanted her Dimmed from a one-star shop in the Underbank. It wanted to see who would catch her.At noon, the news showed Benedict on the Bureau steps. A reporter shouted a question about his daughter's rating. The Commissioner paused with one hand on the car door, the door Enzo had held for four years, and said only, "She made her choice." Then he got in and someone else drove him away.Ottoline didn't watch. She hemmed the same cuff three times, unpicking it an
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Chapter: Chapter Five: The Star ReportThe script was already on the prompter when Ottoline sat down at the anchor desk, waiting above the lens in neat glowing lines.Her father had sent one of his own aides to stand at the back of the gallery and watch. Under the desk, resting on her knee, was Raff's recorder, with a cable running from it to the port where guests plugged in their laptops. Nobody had asked what it was. Nobody ever questioned the most trusted face in the city.The floor manager counted her in with his fingers. Three, two, one."Good evening," Ottoline said. "Tonight, the Star Report can reveal that the video at the centre of the Kemble case was forged by the Moretti family."The second line rolled up the prompter. She looked at it for a moment. It said her husband had deceived the Chief Justice. It said his family should be investigated, his mother too, and the sister who had stood in the witness box in a crooked blazer. Behind the gallery glass, her father's aide folded his arms. Then she reached under the
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