The smell of gasoline hung thickly in the dry air as Barlow entered the shadowy alley. On both sides it was fenced in by tall buildings with no windows. Debris, broken bottles and the occasional ramshackle homeless shelter was scattered around. About ten feet in he found the ignition point, evidenced by several charred and blackened cardboard boxes.
As Barlow sifted through the burnt boxes he looked over at the other side of the alley and noticed a large damp patch and a discarded needle. Maybe the stiff was a suicidal druggie? A likely explanation, but it didn’t explain the absence of a gasoline container.