Firefighters, police investigating fatal fire in Leesburg
The Loudoun County Combined Fire and Rescue System (LCFRS) said just after 11:30 p.m., firefighters received reports of a car that was on fire in the 200 block of West Market Street.
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The reports said the car was fully engulfed and it was parked next to a single-family home. When crews got to the scene, the fire had spread to the second floor of the house.
Neighbors said two people live inside the house and they could still be inside.
Firefighters extinguished the fire and searched for possible victims.
Crews found a man's body inside the car, but did not find anyone inside the home.
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Leesburg Police Department (LPD) officers found the second resident nearby. They were not hurt.
LPD is investigating the man's death, and LCFRS is investigating the cause of the fire and its origin.
The victim's identity has not been released yet.
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