Clover felt sick to know that she had joined this dubious club. That she was one of the legion.

‘Well, if he hid this relationship, then he could have hidden others too,’ Johnny shrugged.

‘Agreed,’ Clover nodded, drawing herself back. They had a new lead on someone who could prove to be a prime character witness. Who else would know him better than the woman he had wanted to spend his life with? ‘We’ll start with her – Amy – and depending on when they were together, we can work back or forwards from there. Mats, just start going back through the photo files and look for anyone who matches her description.’

‘I hate to break it to you, but “blonde bikini model” is pretty much half the Aussie population.’

‘She also said white teeth, big tits.’

‘Again . . .’ Matty shrugged. ‘Those women are hot.’

Clover sighed. ‘Start making calls to the modelling agencies too, then. Try and get images of anyone called Amy on their books and cross-match them with faces in the files. Frankly, even just dropping Kit’s name alone could be enough.’

‘Unless this Amy doesn’t want to talk about him. Or be reminded of him. It could have ended badly between them.’

Johnny gave a small snort. ‘Could have?’

‘Okay, I’ll get on it. But why does she matter so much? She’s obviously not in his life now. She’s old news.’

‘Perhaps, but she’s one of the few people to know him intimately. His inner circle is pretty tight, so she could give us a vital new perspective on him . . . I also want to know when they were together. Does it overlap with the time of Cory’s accident? She might even be able to throw some insight onto what happened between them.’

‘Beau would be good on that, surely? He’s Kit’s shadow. The keeper of his secrets,’ Johnny said, taking another giant bite of his burger.

‘Oh, he’ll know. Will he tell, though, that’s the question?’ Matty asked. ‘Although he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. You could box him into a corner, Clo, I know you could.’

‘I’m trying to build a rapport with him. I can’t rush it, though – he spooks easily. But I do think possibly . . . he might be inclined to talk.’

Matty was quiet for a moment, her gaze caught on something across the room. She leaned in closer across the table. ‘Clo, hot guy giving you the eye, two o’clock,’ she whispered. ‘D’you know him?’

Clo looked over in bemusement. She didn’t know anyone here apart from them. A guy who looked familiar smiled back at her. She vaguely remembered those twinkling eyes. ‘. . . Oh. Yeah . . . We interviewed him earlier. He’s the American – Mikey something.’

‘Schultz. The twenty-five-year-old Olympian. It’s just a small thing, but yeah, forget his name, why don’t you?’ Johnny quipped.