Peter Adamson was beginning to tire. The exertion of running through the field of rapeseed was starting to tell on his leg muscles, which were burning and tightening up. He knew he had to do something soon or the chasing police officers would begin to close the gap. Although he rightly assumed they would also become tired from forcing a way through the tall rapeseed plants, he also knew that it would only need one or two of the fittest of them to keep going, and they"d be on him in no time. Peering ahead, he could see that he had about a hundred yards or so to go to reach the low hedge that marked the border between fields. He came to quick decision and decided on a new strategy.
Ross suddenly shouted, “Where the hell is he?”
Adamson had seemingly done a disappearing act. One second he w
