[Though if she's the type to hang around burning buildings against professional advice, maybe the odds are in his favor. They backtrack along the path of the fire toward the backstage areas of the saloon, where the employees came in and out. As they near the back entrance, Jason grabs for a longish piece of slightly-charred debris as they pass. He spins it in hand before gesturing with it—]
Seems to me ignition happened right about here. [Here, he drops into a crouch, far enough away from the charring proper that he can find another trace of the apparent accelerant—an odd, sticky substance on the ground that he rolls the tip of his stick in. He rocks back on his heels and stands, reaching for a pocket and producing a lighter with his free hand, the kind easily found at the local general store.]
Helped along— [Here's the fun part. He holds the stick away from the two of them and kicks a flame up with the lighter and holds it up to the goop on the stick. It sparks to life with dramatic force, burning violently for a handful of seconds before sputtering out into a steady flame.]
By this.
[Nothing commonly found spattered on the ground on a normal day. So, definitely not an accident, as if that were still a possibility they were entertaining. Spinning the stick in hand, he holds it a distance away from the charred remains of the saloon—where it casts light on trace amounts of the same sticky substance in the periphery.]
Look familiar?
[Hard to trace it to back to a source or supplier if you can't identify it. But worth looking into, considering they're not exactly swimming in evidence.]
no subject
[Though if she's the type to hang around burning buildings against professional advice, maybe the odds are in his favor. They backtrack along the path of the fire toward the backstage areas of the saloon, where the employees came in and out. As they near the back entrance, Jason grabs for a longish piece of slightly-charred debris as they pass. He spins it in hand before gesturing with it—]
Seems to me ignition happened right about here. [Here, he drops into a crouch, far enough away from the charring proper that he can find another trace of the apparent accelerant—an odd, sticky substance on the ground that he rolls the tip of his stick in. He rocks back on his heels and stands, reaching for a pocket and producing a lighter with his free hand, the kind easily found at the local general store.]
Helped along— [Here's the fun part. He holds the stick away from the two of them and kicks a flame up with the lighter and holds it up to the goop on the stick. It sparks to life with dramatic force, burning violently for a handful of seconds before sputtering out into a steady flame.]
By this.
[Nothing commonly found spattered on the ground on a normal day. So, definitely not an accident, as if that were still a possibility they were entertaining. Spinning the stick in hand, he holds it a distance away from the charred remains of the saloon—where it casts light on trace amounts of the same sticky substance in the periphery.]
Look familiar?
[Hard to trace it to back to a source or supplier if you can't identify it. But worth looking into, considering they're not exactly swimming in evidence.]