*It had started with a text. He'd truly thought it was Illy, she managed to destroy her phone while out scouting locations more often than anyone he knew. Once he'd realized it wasn't his female, he'd tried to think of who the fuck it could be. Tracing the number had revealed a burner phone, no way to trace it. That was even more damn suspicious. He honestly couldn't fucking think of anyone. Arya maybe? One of his many one-nighters in the past? Shit, that list was too fucking long to deal with.*