A hooded woman was trying to steal the family collection of baseball cards. My little brother tripped her with a wiffle ball bat, and we tied her to a chair. We tried to get her to tell us who he was working for, but she wouldn't talk, so my dad pulled out a gun and shot her in the thigh. She didn't even cry out, so my dad shot her again in the kneecap, and then again in the elbow. She was bleeding profusely, but still didn't react. We tried pulling back her hood to see her face, but her features were blurred.
