Short Story: The strange mechanic

The strange mechanic

It was a freezing cold, a frosty night in London. A long line of paddengers queued impatiently for the 82 bus, stamping their feet in an effort to keep warm. An icy wind was blowing and temperatures had been below zero since just after midday. An earlier fall of snow had made the nearby small park look like aniced cake.

The bus came and the people went in. There was a grey-curly-haired, elder female. A dark-haired, smart-looking, tall in the middle aged man. A grey-haired, middle aged, tall, round-faced, of a mediun height male. And smart-looking with fair-hair woman.

The man with grey-hair was a mechanic and really interesting person. He was nervous and he looked every person in the bud, just like he was searching for someone or sometihng. And he was wearing suitcase. The bus was in front of a tunnel. When the driver drove in the tunnel it was dark. After a while the people were screaming because someone steals things from their bags.

When the bus stopped everything was in a mess. People couldn't find their bags or something really important like documents and other things. The person who stole the things had left his belt maybe because he was running. One old lady was had been shotted in the head and she was death.

Everyone remembered the person in the bus who was a mechanic. They looked at the belt and they saw that the things on it must have been carryed by him. They looked around them but the mechanic wasn't there. He was gone. But where was he? And why he did this?