Books by Rosalind Barden

Lots of characters have it bad, in my Bunker Hill neighborhood smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles, but I've had it rougher than most.There may be something to this 13th business.That's my birthday, and I'm 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. It's my eleventh birthday, and the day me, Sparky, ended up on the run, wanted for murder. If the dead girl wasn't enough, the dirty newspapers pinned every body in LA on me, and even blamed me for the Great War. I wasn't 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 hangman's rope.