Sparky of Bunker Hill and the Cold Kid Case

Lots of characters have it bad in my Bunker Hill neighborhood smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles but Ive had it rougher than most.There may be something to this 13th business.Thats my birthday and Im learning to dread seeing it roll around. My mother died on one birthday. The cousins dumped me on my last. This year 1932 I found a dead kid on a park bench. Its my eleventh birthday and the day me Sparky ended up on the run wanted for murder. If the dead girl wasnt enough the dirty newspapers pinned every body in LA on me and even blamed me for the Great War. I wasnt even born then. The price on my head got bigger by the day. It was up to me to find out who killed the girl and why I got framed before I ended up dangling from the hangmans rope.