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Arsons hold the lowest chance of being solved, the instruments of action swallowed up by follow through.
The first fire could have been accidental: coal ash layered on abandoned machinery, a common sight in the mid-mountains and winding deep into hillside homes. Rasping metal on metal, current frayed from abuse, lightning strike, bushman’s dinner, a flame catches on the edges of nature’s pyres and floods until all is sparked back to life.
It takes two trucks to extinguish the fire at the Marietta Refinery. Any property left on the site is leveled to dust and crust.
Boyd Crowder is furious.