“We scanned Olivia—excuse me, Rain—for a chip when she was brought in,” Mrs. Caporale tells Uncle Weldon and me. She’s been talking for a long time now, explaining microchip technology, and I’m trying hard not to interrupt again, but finally I can’t help it. “We didn’t have Rain microchipped!” I burst out. “We’ve never even taken her to the vet.” “But she does have a microchip,” says Mrs. Caporale. “Are you sure?” I’m getting a strange feeling in my stomach. “Of course. We scanned it, and that’s how we know her name is Olivia.” Mrs. Caporale is frowning now. She sits in one of the chairs and opens a folder she’s been carrying. Then she turns to Uncle Weldon. “So you aren’t Jason Henderson? From Gloverstown?” Uncle Weldon shakes his head. “We’ve been trying to contact the Hendersons, but we haven’t had any luck,” says Mrs. Caporale. “That’s why we were so pleased when you called yesterday, Rose—even though you hung up before we could get your number.
