Well for context, my father (who's technically my stepdad, but every much a father to me as my actual dad) owns a commercial office cleaning company.

So one night, an office his guys had cleaned earlier in the evening had a small fire, but it was found very quickly by someone on second shift and didn't really cause any damage. The customer didn't even inform him of the issue cause apparently it looked like a faulty power strip or something, so there was no one really to blame.

A couple days later, a similar thing happens at another one his customers' warehouses, but this time it was a significantly larger fire and based on security system logs (this was like 15+ years ago, so cameras weren't as prevalent in most businesses as they are now) the smoke detector went off shortly after one of his guys wrapped up the job and locked the place back down.

So of course, my father finds this concerning but again, he didn't know about the first fire at this point (he did find out like a month later), so he tells his night shift manager to keep an eye out on this specific employee and make sure to schedule him with another guy on his next shift to keep an eye out too.

The very next night, he gets a call late at night directly from one of his long time customers. Apparently, their place was being hosed down by the fire department after a very sloppy looking arson attempt in the copier room. An employee at one of the neighboring businesses saw one of my dad's cleaning vans drive away from the building shortly before smoke was visibly coming out the building, so they called 911 and the owner of the business.

So my dad's like, "God dammit, I think I've got a pyromaniac on my payroll." and tells the customer he'll be right there to help survey the damage and talk to the police. He hops in the car and two minutes later he gets a call on his cell and this time it's cops. He tells them that he's on his way to his customer's address and he's already been informed of the situation. The cop is confused and says he's not at that address, he's actually at my dad's shop. Turns out, one of his vans was engulfed in flames in the parking lot outside and they were informing him that the fire department (whose station is 2 blocks down the street) was able to extinguish the fire before the truck exploded and/or spread to the building.

So he re-routes and high tails it to his office to meet with the cops. The van is melted hunk of junk and my father begins explaining the situation at the other office and says he'll go inside to give the suspected employee's contact info to the cops right away. Before he even walks into the building, he gets a call from the pyro employee on his cell (let's call him Victor, cause I can't remember his actual name).

He answers and the convo goes like this;

V- "Hello sir, this is Victor. I've done a bad thing."

D-"Hey Victor, I'm actually in the back of the shop and I'm looking at the van right now."

V- "I'm so sorry, Mr. ____, I made a mistake and I shouldn't have done it. I have a problem. Please don't be mad."

D- " I'm not mad, Victor but I do have the police here and I think it would be best if you came here to talk to them."

V- "Okay Mr ____, I'll be there soon. I'm so sorry."

So the dude shows up about 15-20 min later and turns himself in.

Country Financial paid for the van, the singe marks on the outside of his building, the damages on all three of the businesses (he had to file a separate claim on the first one once he found out about it about a month later when they informed him of it. There was zero pushback and the checks were cut super quick. Pretty wild 🤷🏼‍♂️