Collared!

Rufus didn't have a good opinion of the police. So far he'd outsmarted them every time. But you don't get to DCS by being stupid, and after Rufus had given Twigg the slip last time, it wasn't going to happen again.

Rufus, rucksack packed, Mac2 stowed, rations stowed in a shopping bag, stepped out of Marcus's kitchen door and scaled the back fence. He jumped down into the rear neigbour's land, breaking a garden bench as he snagged himself on some brambles.

The two PCs waiting there caught him off-guard and handcuffed him.

DNA conveniently provided on the brambles!