Here’s a short story based on your prompt. The Heat Before the Storm
“You have three seconds to let her go,” she said. Her voice was low, smoky, but sharp as broken glass. Black Angelika - A hot police woman -11.05.2017...
Not to her face, of course. To her face, she was Detective Angelika Cross, and she was the storm before the silence. Here’s a short story based on your prompt
And somewhere across town, the real villain—the one she was really after—watched the news report on a grainy screen and poured himself a stiff drink. Not to her face, of course
Tonight, she stood on the fire escape of the old textile mill, her black Kevlar vest strapped tight over a charcoal turtleneck. Her hair, dark as the space between stars, was braided back so tightly it pulled at her temples. Below, in the alley, a drug deal was going sideways.
Angelika tilted her head. A strand of black hair escaped her braid. Her eyes were the cold blue of a gas flame.