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him everything she remembered. Yes, she had seen the car that drove away. Yes, she had seen the driver. No, she did not get a license number. Officer Rupp wrote her answers down.
    The woman listened, too, making frequent notes.
    â€œI may need to question you again,” Officer Rupp said. “I’ll call you if I do.”
    â€œAll right.”
    â€œYou can untie the dog now,” Officer Rupp said. “I’ll take him.” He looked at the tag that hung from the dog’s collar. “Dinkle?” he said. “What kind of crazy name is that?”
    The dog wagged his tail.
    â€œHi, Dinkle,” Officer Rupp said.
    Dinkle wiggled all over and licked Officer Rupp’s pant leg.
    â€œWhat will you do with him?” Megan asked. “Do you know where he lives?” She knew it really wasn’t her business, but she felt connected to the dog after chasing him and petting him and bringing him back to the field. She felt as if Dinkle was her friend.
    â€œThe driver was not able to talk,” Officer Rupp said. “There was a name in her purse of who to call in an emergency, but no one answered. As soon as we can, we’ll contact a family member or friend and tell them where to pick up the dog.”
    â€œWill you keep him with you until then?”
    â€œHe’ll go to the county animal shelter.”
    â€œThe shelter where the dog catcher takes strays?” Megan asked.
    â€œWe can’t watch him at the police station, and we can’t have him riding along in a squad car.”
    Megan looked down at Dinkle. She didn’t want him to be locked in a cage at the animal shelter. He had been through enough.
    â€œCould I keep him until you find out where he should go?” Megan asked. “He’s getting used to me, and my mom won’t care if I bring him home.”
    The policeman hesitated. “You’re sure your mother will let you take him?”
    Megan wasn’t sure at all, but she thought she could talk Mom into it, especially since it would probably be for only a few hours. “Yes,” she said. “He can stay in my room.”
    The officer reached down to pet the dog. “He’d be a lot better off with you,” he said. “A day at the shelter and he’d be even more traumatized than he already is.”
    â€œThen I can take him home?”
    Officer Rupp nodded. “I’ll call as soon as I’ve talked to his owner or her family. Someone may come to pick him up yet today.”
    The woman handed Megan a business card. “I’m Amy Gleason from the
Daily Tribune
,” she said. “Your picture will probably be in tomorrow morning’s paper.”
    Megan grinned. She would call Chelsea tomorrow morning and tell her to be sure to read the newspaper.
    When Megan got home, Kylie was drawing with chalk on the sidewalk in front of the house—and singing about it.
    Megan interrupted the song. “Where’s Mom?”
    Kylie did not look up. “She’s making dinner,” she said, “and you’re in trouble for being gone a long time and not telling her where you went.”
    â€œI’m a hero,” Megan said. “My picture might be in the paper tomorrow morning.”
    Kylie quit drawing and looked at Megan. “Hey! Where did you get the dog? Do we get to keep him? What’s his name? Why are you a hero?”
    With Kylie chattering at full speed, Megan led the dog inside.
    â€œMom!” she called. “You won’t believe what happened to me.”
    Mrs. Perk came out of the kitchen.
    â€œMegan found a dog,” Kylie said. “She’s going to—”
    â€œHush, Kylie,” Mrs. Perk said. “Let Megan tell it.”
    Megan did. She told about the screeching brakes and the crash and the injured driver. She told about the nurse who stopped to help, and about chasing the dog, and how she tied her windbreaker around Dinkle’s collar. She told