No one knew about Willa Jordan’s time at the Hop. Daddy made sure of that. The day she left, so did all evidence of her being a Bunny. I was always kind of waiting for the news to break, for people to find out, the tabloids, a scandal, but it never happened. Daddy was good at cleaning up a crime scene. He was a magician like that: could make almost anything disappear like, poof! Could I have broken Willa’s Bunny news myself? Sure, for thousands of dollars probably, but that’s what I’m saying. I would never betray a Bunny, not even Willa Jordan. We’re sisters here, at the Hop. We have to be. There are people out there who want us dead, and there’s safety in numbers, you know.