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Mirrored – A Teague McMurtry Mystery

A short excerpt from Mirrored – a Teague McMurtry Mystery

Florida Family Series by Dellani Oakes

beach 1Aileen Aroma bugged me to write another Teague McMurtry novel, so I did! I started this January 1, 2015 and finished it January 24, 2015. I do apologize, Aileen, Teague isn’t in it that much, but you are!

Teague’s cousin, Jed, is recovering from a very nasty knife injury sustained on the job. Now, he’s on medical leave, finding that leisure isn’t something he handles well. Teague and Vivica have finally moved into her house, so Jed has taken up residence in the house on Riverside Drive.


Jed woke in a cold sweat to the sound of someone knocking on his front door. Stiff and uncomfortable, he slipped on a pair of gym shorts and hobbled to the living room. Whoever it was hadn’t stopped knocking.

“I’m coming!” he bellowed. “Give it a fucking rest!” Usually, only his brother or cousins made that much noise. The knocking continued. “Jesus…

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Detective Walter Scott, No Relation to the Poet – Undiscovered

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Undiscovered by Dellani Oakes - 200What is your story?

My story is told in Undiscovered.

Who are you?

My name is Walter Scott, no relation to the famous Scottish poet. I’m a police detective.

Where do you live?

I live in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Are you the hero of your own story?

I’d love to be an egoist and say yes, but no, not really. I’m just doing my job and sometimes I get it right.

What is your problem in the story?

Someone shot Connor Griswald on my watch. A young lady saw a man run away from the crime scene and now I’ve got the job of trying to keep her safe.

Have you ever run from conflict?

I don’t run if I can confront it. The only reason to run is to give myself time to regroup for a counter attack.

How do you see yourself?

I’m just an average guy trying…

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My Name is Cadence Stuart – Undiscovered

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Who are you?

Cadence Stuart. I’m a music teacher at the college, but I also show condos in my building, part time, to make extra money.

Where do you live?

I live in a beachside condo in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Are you the hero of your own story?

Oh, not at all! In fact, I feel like such a little girl, being all scared and protected. Not that I don’t help out, just no gun toting of me, thanks!

What is your problem in the story?

I had the bad luck to see a perpetrator leaving a crime scene. He got a good look at me, so now I have to go into hiding so he can’t kill me.

Have you ever run from conflict?

I’m running now! The conflict keeps finding me, though.

How do you…

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Snowed – Part 26

snowed cover image for blogMike decides to call Chester and find out when they plan to be in town, since he’s having to work extra late for the field trip. Instead of talking to Chester, he speaks to Sarena, Chester’s daughter. he finds that she’s a lot of fun and very easy to talk to. He gives her tips on traveling with his mother.

Sarena laughed loudly and I immediately liked this woman. If she could laugh at my devious plans to keep my mother subdued, she was my kind of woman.

“You’re evil, Mike. I knew I’d like you. I wish we’d talked to you about this before.”

“I can share these tidbits with you because you’re not the man dating my mother. Could you imagine me telling him this?”

“Daddy would blow a gasket. Anymore tips?”

“Got any soft music? Play something quiet, she’ll fall asleep. She likes Patsy Cline and stuff like that.”

“I’ll see what Dad’s got in the way of CD’s. He’s only got a few. So, what kind of music to you like, Michael?”

“Depends on my mood. I’m more of a heavy metal guy, but I’ll listen to just about anything if I’m in the mood.”

“And if your mood is frisky?”

“Now you make me sound like a puppy. I promise, I’m all grown up and potty trained.”

“You’re evading my question.”

“It’s a fairly personal question. Maybe I’m shy.”

“You? I venture to say there’s not a shy bone in your body.”

“Not so much. I’d invite you to find out, but that’s maybe not the most polite thing to say to a woman I never met, huh?”

“One thing you’ll learn about me, Mike. I’m not awfully shy either. I’ve seen your picture,” she left that statement hanging.

“Which one?”

“The one at your brother’s wedding.”

I was best man under protest. I looked pretty damn good in the tux though. She must have thought so too.

“I didn’t even know you existed until my mother called me last week. I’m not up to speed on this whole thing.”

“That’s okay. You look like a man who can keep up.”

“I try not to disappoint.”

“Cheese it,” she whispered huskily, sounding like Bugsy Malone. “Your Ma’s coming.”

“Then I’d better say goodbye. Remember what I told you.”

“Thanks, Mike. I’m looking forward to meeting you in person.”

“Me too. Call me if you need anymore tips.”

“Will do. Probably at the next rest stop.”

Laughing, we hung up. I held the phone, thinking I’d finally hit a goldmine. Sarena Mayer sounded like my kind of woman. You might think with all the action I’d had lately, that anyone was my kind of woman, but you would be wrong. I like someone who can be ladylike and seductive, earthy, gritty and lacy. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and doesn’t get pissed off when I do. I like a woman who isn’t shy about her needs in the bedroom and who doesn’t mind my tendency toward experimental sex. I also need a woman who’s smart enough to keep up with me and keeps me on my toes, making me do my best. Since I’ve yet to find a woman who is all these things, I held onto the slender hope that Sarena had at least 95% of these traits. Even 90. Face it, I’d settle for 85%. It was too much to hope that she would be all 100% perfect for me. But I could hope.

Around 7:00 PM, my cell rang. It wasn’t a number I recognized, but it was the same area code and exchange as Chester’s.

“Hi, Mike.” It was Sarena.

“Hi! Did the day go any better?”

“Much! Thank you. I didn’t dope her yet, but the magazines helped a lot. They’re up in their room and I’m searching the grocery store down the block for more ammunition. Does she like chocolate?”

“Loves it, but it makes her talk ninety miles to nothing. If you get candy, get sugar free butter mints. She likes those and they don’t make her hyper. Oh, keep the liquids minimal and don’t get salty snacks.”

We chatted as she made her way through the store. As I imparted my knowledge of Ma, she laughed in all the right spots.

“I was prepared not to like you,” she said suddenly.

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Cause I’ve met your brother.”

“Nux Vomica,” I said with a gag.

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The next morning, Cadence and Scott know they have to find a better solution to her protection dilemma. He plans to contact his boss as soon as possible, to get her around the clock surveillance.
“So, what will they do with me?” Cadence asked suddenly.
“As far as protection? No idea. Sometimes we take a witness to a hotel. Other times, we patrol the neighborhood. Different levels of protection depending on circumstances.”
She nodded, sniffling as she cleared her plate. “I want to thank you again, Scott. I know you didn’t have to do what you did.”
“Can’t have my star witness scared and alone, can I?” He stood, bringing his things to the sink. 
Cadence turned quickly, finding him directly behind her. She hadn’t heard him walk up. She was in tears again. Scott put his plate on the counter and took her in his arms. She pressed her…

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Snowed – Part 25

snowed cover image for blogMuch to his surprise, Mike is contacted by Mystery Date on Facebook. She doesn’t give her real name, and her account is listed only as Echo.

“You don’t remember my name, do you.” It wasn’t a question. She knew.


“Because I never told you.” Another smiley face.

“Why the mystery and suspense? You married?”

There was a pause and I knew what was coming. “It’s complicated,” she replied. “But I do want to see you again. I had a great time. Really great.”

“Me too. The greatest ever. I never met a woman who wanted it so much in so many different ways. That was pretty hot. You live locally? We could get together before Friday. . . .”

“I can’t. But I want to feel you inside me again. . . .” And she proceeded to talk way dirty to me for the next 45 minutes.

All of a sudden, she’s gone. No goodbye, no nothing. She cut off mid-sentence and went off line.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” I quoted Alice in Wonderland. Hey, I don’t have an English Lit degree for nothing, right?

I didn’t feel quite so bad about not knowing who she was. Apparently she’d gone to some trouble to keep me from finding out. I had to wonder who she was and how she ended up at my party. Shelly obviously didn’t know who she was either, so I would have to dig a little deeper. Meanwhile, I figured I needed to call Chester and find out what time they would be in on Friday. Keeping in mind they were starting their trip on Tuesday, today, I called his cell. A woman answered. It wasn’t my mother, so I assumed it was Sarena.

“Hi, it’s Michael Reuben. I’m calling for Chester.”

“Oh, hi, Mike. It’s Sarena. Daddy’s driving. Let me put you on speaker.”

“No need. You can probably answer this for me. I’m having to work extra long on Friday. I wondered if you had an estimated time of arrival?”

She held a short, slightly muffled conversation with her father. I could picture her holding the phone to her chest. It gave me a cheap thrill to be that close to another woman’s tits. Stupid, right? Considering the last few days, sex should be the last thing on my mind. Unfortunately, it kinda made it worse, cause I had no idea when the next time was gonna be. Talking dirty with Echo had brought the whole subject to my mind in vivid detail. If she did even half of what she said, I’d die happy buried balls deep in a beautiful woman.

“Daddy said to tell you, we’ll be in probably around three o’clock, maybe slightly after. We’re making quite a few rest stops,” she said politely.

Having traveled with my mother, I understood. The woman can’t sit in a car for an extended trip. She’s always having to pee, get a drink, stretch her legs, you name it. She doesn’t drive, so she doesn’t consider what a pain it is to make a lot of stops and stay on a schedule. As soon as I was old enough to assert myself, some of that stopped, but I still didn’t go anywhere with her that I didn’t absolutely have to. I had to pity Chester and Sarena. They were saints.

“That’s okay, then. I’ve got a field trip that doesn’t get back until four. Then I check in the bus and I should be home before five o’clock. You can go to the motel, check in and freshen up, grab a nap. I’ll come by and we can all go to dinner. There’s a nice spot right by the motel, in walking distance.

“Sounds good. I’ll tell Daddy.”

“Am I on speaker?”

“No.” She sounded kind of surprised.

I lowered my voice to nearly a whisper. “Is she making you completely insane yet?”

“You can talk a little louder. We’ve stopped again. She’s in the bathroom.”


“Yeah, somewhat. Poor Daddy. She doesn’t like the interstate much.”

“Tip for future reference, Ma doesn’t like much about road trips. Whose idea was this fiasco?”

“That I don’t know,” she said evasively.

“I’m sure he’s regretting it already.”

She giggled, dropping her voice. I heard the car door open and shut. “You can believe that! I think he regretted it before we even got out of the City. I thought her backseat driving was going to make the poor man blow a gasket.”

“Get her talking about her soap operas. It will distract her for awhile. It might make you crazy, but it will keep her off your dad’s case and give him a break. When you stop in town, and you will, pick up some gossip rags and celebrity magazines. You’ll have a little peace. Also, slip her some Dramamine or Benadryl.”

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Snowed – Part 24

snowed cover image for blogApparently, Mike’s been recognized by more than the ladies. The students on the bus seem to be aware of the messages left about his “performance” with Shelly. Undaunted by his warning, some of the boys approach him after the others are gone. They ask some specific questions, Mike’s answer is purposely vague, but doesn’t fool them for a second.

They filed off, laughing and punching one another. God, was I ever that young? By 17, I’d been working part time at any job I could get, desperate to get the money together to leave home. I got full scholarships for school and went to college in the City, but I lived at home the whole time to save money. I aced school, got a completely useless degree in English Lit and did my damnedest to get the hell outta Dodge as soon as I graduated. I didn’t exactly regret it, but I wondered where those years had gone. When did I turn so cynical? Had I ever had the joy of just being alive like those boys did? I couldn’t remember.

There was a note waiting for me when I got back to the Transportation office. The field trip that had been planned for last Friday was taking place the coming Friday instead. I went to my supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do this job, Bill. I got company coming in sometime on Friday.”

“I have to have you, Mike. The teachers asked specifically for you.”

“What? Why?”

“How do I know? It’s a bunch of fifth graders and the teachers asked for you. The woman who called was very specific that you were the only driver who could handle this. Your company staying with you?”

“No, but they kinda expect me to be there.”

“They can stay at their motel until you get home. Or maybe they won’t arrive until you get back. I need you for this, Mike. I can’t tell these women no when I already okayed it.”

“Fine. But if my mother gets pissed about this, I’m sending her to you.” I pointed at him.

“What’s a mother gonna do to me?” He laughed, tossing up his hands.

“You don’t know my mother,” I said, the threat implicit in my voice.

“Honestly, Mike. . . . If I could. . . .”

“Just messing with you, Bill. It should be cool. I don’t expect them until later anyway.”

“You bastard!” He laughed weakly. “I’m picturing getting slow roasted over a fire by your irate parent.”

I just gave him a long, knowing look before slowly turning and shutting the door behind me as I left. “I’ll bring her by, introduce you.”

“Oh, God!” I heard him mutter as the door shut.

I went back home and checked my e-mail and went on Facebook. The Inbox was packed full. I never had so many messages in my life before! Most of them from women, a few from guys whose sexual persuasion wasn’t in alignment with mine. Those I deleted without opening. An eyeful of man meat is not my idea of a fun time. I was starting to wonder if these women had anything else to do with their time than send sexy pictures to guys, when I came across one that stood out as unusual.

The icon was a delicate black and white line drawing of a bird on a tree branch. The only name on the account was Echo. She didn’t have any personal information on her page, but when I opened the message, she’d included a picture too—of a couple making love. Excuse me for saying, I recognize my own ass in a photo? She got a good shot of the tattoo. The woman was not so easy to see, because of the camera angle. We were doing it doggy style and the woman had long, dark hair.

Mystery Date? What the hell? Who was this woman? Was this some sort of sick joke? More to the point, why was she taking pictures and how? I wrote her a note in reply.

“Hi there. You didn’t leave your number, or I would’ve called. Thanks for the great birthday present. It was the best I’ve ever had. Mike.” I figured short, sweet, to the point. I didn’t say I didn’t remember her name or anything else about her. I didn’t expect an immediate answer, but I got one.

“It was great for me too,” she replied. “You can’t call the house and I don’t have a cell. I’d like to get together again sometime. Maybe Friday night?”

“I can’t Friday,” I answered. “I’ve got company coming in. Ma is not the kind of person to share my attention. LOL. She’d not take it too kindly if I said I was going on a date her first night in town. However, once they leave, I’d like to see you again. Maybe we can get to know each other better.”

Her reply was done via the chat rather than the Inbox this time. “How much better do you think we can get to know one another, Mike?” And she followed with those little smiley faces.

“I’m thinking, oh, I dunno, more along the lines of what you do for a living, what kind of music do you like, that kind of thing. Call me old fashioned, but I like to know that about the women I sleep with.”

“We weren’t sleeping, Mike. Have you forgotten?”

“I remember you wore my ass out. When I woke up, you were gone. I had fantastic memories and a note in the kitchen.”

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Snowed – Part 23

snowed cover image for blogWhen Mike gets back to his apartment, there’s a note from Shelly, a lovely chef who lives in the complex. She needs help with her garbage disposal. While Mike’s there, she feeds him a variety of treats, including her own luscious self. Later in the evening, she suggests Mike head home or neither of them will be fit for work the next day.

“Dammit, I hate when you’re right,” I told her with a last, long, soulful kiss. “When you talk to your friends on Facebook about this. . . .”

She started to protest, but I could read it in her eyes. That was exactly what she was going to do. I laughed, kissing her playfully.

“Just be sure to get the facts right, huh? I’m six feet tall, 190 pounds of incomparable badass and I think you’re a hell of a sexy woman. You’re also the best and sexiest chef this side of the Mississippi.”

“Can I quote you?”

“Quote anything you want, baby.” My kiss left her with promises of more to come at another time. “Before I forget, my mom is coming later this week. She’s bringing her boyfriend and his daughter.”

“Why are you telling me this, Mike?”

“I don’t want you getting the wrong idea when you see her there. The daughter I mean. I never met her, don’t know a thing about her.”

“But you didn’t want my feelings hurt? Aren’t you sweet!” She kissed me, giving me a hug.

I knew in my heart this wasn’t a permanent gig with Shelly, but I had to admit that I didn’t want to burn this particular bridge on a misunderstanding.

“I’d better go,” I said, inching toward the door. “Cause if I stay. . . .”

She reluctantly let go of my neck. “Thanks, Mike. You’re the best.”

“Thanks, Shell. So are you.” I blew her a kiss and left with my tool box wondering if she’d clogged the sink on purpose.

I took a shower when I got home, then went to my Facebook page to see what the talk was. Like I figured, Shelly had been on with a full description of my performance. Laughing, I left a few ribald remarks that could be interpreted in about three different ways, all of them naughty, and went to bed. What the hell? At least she was highly complimentary.

I woke the next morning to warmer weather. By the time I was on the road, the sun was coming up. I got to the bus yard in plenty of time and headed out on my route. There was a lot of whispering as the students piled on. Each stop, it got a little worse, until finally we stopped at a railroad crossing. I put the bus in park and told them to shut up. They dutifully closed their yaps and I got across the tracks without incident. The whispering started up again immediately.

“What’s all the noise, huh? You sound like nuns cheating on their vow of silence.”

“Well,” the girl right behind me leaned over. “The truth is, Mr. Reuben, we kinda saw something about you on Facebook.”

I cursed softly, blushing like crazy.

“Is it true? Do you have a tattoo on your. . .?”

“I know where I’ve got a tat and where I don’t,” I said viciously. “And it ain’t nobody’s business where it is.” It’s on my ass, left upper cheek. It’s a stylized Japanese dragon done in black and red. “This subject is closed. You want I should lose my job over this? If it even seems like I’m talking about my very private life with students, I’m fired. I need my job. You get me fired, I’ll make sure they put Mr. Nichols back on this route.”

Mr. Nichols is the meanest, nastiest, rudest old reprobate ever to walk the face of the Earth. At least when he’s driving the bus. On a personal level, he’s a cool old guy who’s been driving a bus way longer than anyone should. Which is why he’s a mean old son-of-a-bitch.

My threat shut them up for the rest of the trip. There was silence as they got off the bus. The last three guys, some of the football team, came up to me after the rest were gone. They are all 17, so I guess they figured they could ask.

“Is it true?” Cody, the starting center asked me. “Did you do everything she says?”

Their eyes glittered with anticipation. I saw myself in these guys. Young, eager, perpetually horny, probably been laid a few times, but not on a regular basis. I smirked, looking out the window.

“I’m holding up traffic.”

“Fuck traffic!” Cody laughed, punching my shoulder.

I turned around, raising an eyebrow. “We’ll say that she did not fictionalize,” I said politely. “Now, off my bus.”

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Snowed – Part 22

snowed cover image for blogThere is a distinct warming trend by evening. Mike knows he’ll be working tomorrow. In the meantime, he has his mother’s impending visit to prepare for.

When I got back to my place, I had a note tacked to my door. One thing I do to help with rent is work as part time maintenance man/ super. If I can’t handle a problem, I’ve got a number to call and they send somebody over to fix it. Shelly, one of the girls on the other side of the pool was having trouble with her garbage disposal. Been there, done that a few times. I grabbed my tool kit and headed over.

Her place smelled great. She’d been baking fresh pumpkin pies and cookies. After I fixed her sink, which was clogged with pumpkin strings, I sat down to a feast of pumpkin products. She’s in a culinary collage learning to be a chef. I sat there appreciating her food. It was delicious. She’d even made pumpkin soup! All from scratch. I was more than a little impressed. I tried to hide a burp, but it came out anyway. She grinned.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with a smirk, flashing me a quirky smile.

I knew I was probably in trouble. Or at least I was there for more than a clogged sink and pumpkin pie.

“So,” Shelly said softly. “I saw you on Facebook.”

“Me? Must be someone else.”

She shook her head. Her hair is long, blonde, silky and she’s built like a Nordic goddess. From what I can tell, it’s all Shelly. Then again, even if it’s fake, it looks, feels and tastes real, right? Not like I knew for sure. Me and Shelly never got together, but I had a feeling I was about to find out.

“It’s you. You think I don’t know my own buff neighbor? Do you know how many of us want in your pants, Mike?”

I know I blushed. I could feel the heat from my neck up.

“Shell. . . .”

“No. Don’t you dare say a word more. Because anything you say after this point is going to break my heart and smash my hopes and I won’t have that!” She looked ready to cry. “I’ve always had this little crush. Ever since you helped me move in and rescued my cat from the neighbor’s dog. You totally saved her life.”

She had a cat. A white Persian cat. In point of fact, the cat in the picture on Facebook. Oy vay, I was in trouble!

“I loved the picture you sent me. Did you like the one I sent you?”

“Oh, yeah,” I admitted. It was one of the more explicit ones, but didn’t show her face, if you get my drift.

I could feel my body warming at the memory and wanted to shoot myself. I had to live near this woman. A. Couldn’t have her getting all possessive. B. Didn’t want to even think what it would be like if things didn’t work out. C. Didn’t even bear thinking about.

“Mike, after I saw you with that woman at the party, I’ve had you on my mind. . . .”

“Did you know her?” I asked too abruptly.

Shelly blinked, trying to switch gears from seductress to conversationalist. “You didn’t?”

“I don’t remember her name. I thought maybe you knew her.”

“You didn’t even know her?” She was pissed at me now.

“Not so well,” I admitted. “Not that I’m proud of it, Shell. It’d been awhile for me and she kind of flung herself at me. What am I, a monk? I’m gonna say no?”

Her eyes softened and she moved closer to me. “No. You’re too damn sexy to be a monk. And you don’t have to say no to me either, Mike. Not if you don’t want to.”

To be honest, I didn’t want to. Shelly is a beautiful woman who is pretty damn hot and spicy. She’s smart, she can cook. . . . A guy could do a lot worse, but not any better than the gorgeous gal next to me, her lips about three inches away. Feeling kind of like a man slut, for about a second, I leaned over and met her.

Now, without going into any intimate details, let me emphasize that I normally don’t do this. Mostly it’s me and one woman exclusively for a few months. Then we break up, I go dry for awhile, then I get another woman. I sometimes have a bootie call with an old girlfriend. But this bit of three different women in a week, it was totally unlike me. I’m not sure why I was suddenly the flavor of the day, but I wasn’t gonna say no. For one, not gonna hurt the feelings of a beautiful woman if I can at all avoid it. For another, not gonna alienate a great cook who was also a beautiful woman. . . . Fuck it, you get the idea.

I spent the rest of the day with Shelly. Around 7:00, she fed me again. We went back to bed for a couple hours. Since we both had to get up early, she decided I’d better go home.

“Or neither of us is gonna we worth a damn in the morning,” she told me all soft eyed and full lipped.

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