As the cop arrived on the scene, the last of it was falling to the ground. “there was nothing we could do,” consoled the fire chief to the neighbors ” by the time we got here, it was out of control.” “mind if i check it out, joe?” “sure thing roy.” As the cop stepped over the yellow tape, the familiar scent of burnt wood passed over his nostrils. beginning to scout around, he found something rather unusual; an empty can of gas was lying in what was once a beautiful garden; now simply a resting place for the fallen ashes. why would someone do this? they never harmed anyone, and always did more than their fair share of kind deeds. the cop told joe about this gas can, and they drove back to the precinct to find out more about the only clue. “well, it appears that there’s more than one set of fingerprints on this,” stated the forensic expert. ” looks like we’ll have to check everyone’s prints then.” as the cop began to set up a list, he thought about the family. Julie was dating his son, her father his new pal.