This is not about the cop. This is not about the thief.
This is about an E.M.T., that moment and you.
Listen to the screaming pitch of the ambulance as it approaches the scene. Think back to the softening, lower sound when an ambulance moves past you and fades into the distance.
Now think about that moment when the cops bullet hits right below the knuckle on the thief's right hand between the index and middle finger. Think about three sausage-like fingers encased in human flesh, bones shattered, blood splattering, fingers dangling.
Skip ahead mere moments when the scene has been contained, the E.M. T.'s have arrived and the thief has been handcuffed to a stretcher. [to be continued]