The Hunter and The Hunted

Aggie worked in the drug hub, where the cross town roads intersected. The energy was lively, diverse, and urban and it was a favorite spot for dealers. There was rarely a dull moment, It's the hunter and the hunted at Midland and Queen, she said into the police radio, gunning it. She was a relative newbee on the Ashburnham force. A tall redhead built for speed.
What the hell are you doing? her partner Vince asked. Aggie was squeezing sunblock on her forearms as they paused at a light.
It's my best line of defense, Aggie said. Don't laugh, last week I detained a suspect by offering him sunblock.
That's nuts. I'm going to start calling you Earth Mother. Watch out, next thing you know you'll be carrying granola and feeding these goons, Vince quipped.
It's not a trick. It's compassion, Aggie said, trying to focus on the traffic.
Here we go. Now you really sound green, Vince said.
Green is good, it means there's still hope, and red-heads look great in green, Aggie said, making a sharp right onto Hillside.