Righto here is part 9. I hope those of you that are reading this fic enjoy it :)
Emsta: Claire died in a plane crash mate. This is fiction remember.
Gut Feeling – Part 9
Tess thought about turning the car around several times. It was only earlier that day that she had decided that her marriage was too important to risk. Yet here she was, risking it.
She pulled up as soon as she saw him.
Getting out of the car she rushed towards him, "Alex! Alex!"
He turned, instantly stopping what he was doing at the sound of urgency in his sister-in-laws voice.
"Look at this," She shoved the pile of photos in Alex's face. "Look at this and tell me what you see, Alex."
He stared down at the photo then back at Tess, "I see the best bull rider in the district, Tess. I didn't know you took photo's…What's this about?"
Tess shook her head, frustrated with Alex's light mood, "It's Claire, Alex… in the background."
Alex shook his head, handing back the photos, "Not this again, Tess. I don't want to go back there again."
"Just look, Alex!" Tess shoved a photo in his face, pointing to the spot in the background where Claire stood watching Alex ride, "It's her! Look."
Alex stared at where Tess' finger was resting. It wasn't long before he'd taken the photo from Tess' hand and was examining it more closely.
"It looks like her…"
Tess rummaged through the rest of the photos and pulled one from the pile, "This one's easier to see, Alex. They zoomed in on it at the photo lab."
Alex took the photo from Tess. Examining it closely something within him twigged into life.
"So what are we gonna do about this, Tess?"
"We?" A moment ago Alex had wanted nothing to do with this.
"We gotta find her and bring her home," Alex whispered.