Four months after she gave the night sky back to Port Meridian, ex-parking warden Wren Tully follows a twenty-five-year-old citation to the very edge of the star chart, where a star should have an owner. The citation bears her father's badge number. Waiting for her out there is a car park the size of a moon, a billionaire with a lawsuit and a court that charges by the verdict. Somewhere in Long-Term Parking, someone has been feeding the meter for a very long time.