John Dortmunder is back. After a five-year hiatus, Donald Westlake has given us another installment of the most hilarious crime fiction series alive today. In league with his perennial partners in crime Andy Kelp, Stan Murch and Tiny Bulgur, Dortmunder is engaged by Shirley Ann Farraff, a.k.a Little Feather Redcorn, to help establish her claim to be half Pottaknobbee Indian. Why would she want to do this? The usual. You see, the few (very few) remaining Pottaknobbees are part owners of the Silver Chasm Casino in upstate New York, and if Little Feather's claim is true, she is entitled to a whopping cut of the proceeds. And, as a thoroughly modern Native American woman, she means to back up her claim by a thoroughly modern method: DNA analysis. There is only one hitch, namely, that she really isn't Pottaknobbee, and to get around this slightly inconvenient fact, the little scam artist must dig up one body and substitute it for another before the court-ordered analysis can take place. Enter Dortmunder and Company. Through the awesome miracle of the Internet, they link up with Fitzroy Guilderpost and Irwin Gabel, Little Feather's accomplices. When first told of the plan, Dortmunder's horrified reaction is "I'm a robber, not a grave robber." But have no fear. Before you can say 'ill-gotten gains', he's up to his knees in dirt at a Long Island cemetery, excavating dead Indians.