THE MAN GOT OUT

The lift was on its way up when I got in. I pressed the call button, stood waiting, bike by my side.
I heard the entrance doors open behind me, someone come in.
The lift came down a woman got out, smiled.
I got in the lift and stood at the back with my bike. Then the person’d come in, a man, got in the lift, stood near the door facing the floor buttons.
The man was stocky, wearing a fawn cord jacket synthetic fur on the collar, shaved head, he carried a white plastic bag.
As the lift went up I looked down at my bike, fiddled with a brake cable. Then watched the man open the bag, put his hand in, move something was in there, then take his hand out of the bag.
The lift stopped and the man got out.