Huckleberry Fiend — Julie Smith

The lines were written in a large, expressive hand. The paper was yellowed and antique. There was lots of paper under that first sheet and more in another shoebox sitting on Paul McDonald's secondhand coffee table.

What McDonald had, courtesy of his friend Booker, was the manuscript of a large chunk of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Booker had, of course, stolen the boxes.

Booker may be a burglar, but he's a burglar with a strong moral sense. So, would McDonald help him find out who the manuscript belonged to? After all, a stewardess shouldn't have had something like this in her closet. But she did, and now she's dead.

In the midst of his hunt for answers, McDonald discovers that other literary hunters are prowling the San Francisco streets--and that someone has purloined the stolen manuscript.