A. S. We Aussies gotta stick together. Besides, I sorta used to have a one degree of separation thing going on with him. I used to get a bit of a scoop on his fiancée. (Rolls eyes) She was a peach.

C. P. Fiancée?

A. S. Yeah. Y’know, the model. Amy something. Does the swimwear catalogues. Blonde. Oh, you know the one – she’s all teeth and tits.

C. P. When you say you got a scoop on his fiancée . . .

A. S. Well, my physio at the time knew her agent. Used to let things slip now and then. It draws you in more when there’s that personal connection, doesn’t it? But this was all way back. It’s ancient history now. He’s a free agent again. (Winks)

C. P. Have you ever actually met Kit Foley?

A. S. Not yet. But I hear he just got here so . . . this is a small town, you know what I’m sayin’?

*

‘How can we not have known about this?’

‘Clo, I have never seen the words Kit Foley and fiancée in the same sentence,’ Matty pushed back. ‘Don’t you think I would have included it? It’s absolutely basic for pulling together a profile.’ Her french fries were getting cold but she couldn’t look away from Clover’s intense stare. ‘I would have included it if the information was out there, of course I would!’

Clover sat back in her chair. ‘There has to be something. This is the digital age! There is simply no way someone with his profile could have got away with a secret engagement.’

‘I had noticed he seems to be very coy about putting his personal life out there. For a guy who looks like he does, he’s very careful. From everything I’ve seen, he only ever turns up to events with Beau or another athlete. He had a few flings with some big actresses and did the red carpet thing a few times with them – but obviously none of those led anywhere. And yes, there’s pap shots of him with different women on the beach, driving around, whatever, but they just seem to be a string of one-hit wonders. The women never get named or identified, seemingly cos they never last long enough to be significant.’

‘Well, one did. Her name’s Amy. She’s a swimwear model. Aussie, it seems. Blonde. You’ve got to identify her. There will be a photo of her somewhere, probably taken before they got serious and he actively went to lengths to keep the relationship hidden. You need to look for what seems like a random pap snap.’

‘Why hide her, though?’ Johnny queried, biting into his burger.

‘Obvious – he didn’t want to risk losing his lusty fanbase,’ Matty drawled. ‘Look at any of the comp footage, those girls throw themselves at him.’