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* It was 12:40 a.m. on September 2, 2003, when Rachel Joost arrived at the front desk of her Detroit hotel, having just flown in from her hometown near Austin, Texas. The 28-year-old computer-software consultant had an early business meeting that morning, and annoyingly, the reception desk was deserted. She waited in the lobby for an hour--it was too late to find another hotel--and eventually, two men walked in. Maybe the clerk is back, she thought.
The next thing Rachel knew, she was staring down the barrel of a gun. I have so much to live for is the last thought that flashed through her mind before the gun exploded.
Miraculously, she lived. Now, years later, having made an incredible physical and psychological recovery, Rachel is able to tell the story of what happened that horrible night.
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
I was on the phone with my husband, Chris, when a car pulled up outside the hotel and two people walked in: a tall, thin young man and a slightly shorter, heavy-set guy. The shorter one disappeared into an office behind the front desk. And suddenly, the taller man walked over to me and yelled, "Hang up the fucking phone." I was shocked, but I thought, No, I want Chris to know I'm in trouble. The guy grabbed my cell, and I screamed as he threw it across the lobby. That yeas the last sound my husband heard before the phone clattered to the floor and our connection broke.
"Walk with me," the man barked. He wasn't touching me, but his eyes were menacing. "Please don't hurt me," I begged over and over again, refusing to move. Then he pulled up his shirt to show me the gun in his waistband. Cold fear washed over me. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the office behind the desk.
I was sobbing, but I froze when I saw the heavier guy leaning over the desk clerk, who was lying facedown in a huge pool of blood. I realized in horror that she was dead, and I began screaming, "Let me go!" unable to look away from the blood. "Get down on the floor," the tall guy growled. "No!" I yelled loudly. Then without a word, the man raised his gun and pointed it at my head.
Source: HighBeam Research, She was shot in the face: a brave woman recounts how she stumbled...