Cold Case Files - I SURVIVED: I Could See The Hatred In His Eyes

Episode Date: January 10, 2026

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This episode contains subject matter that may be disturbing to some listeners. Listener discretion is advised. He asked me how much my daughter's life meant to me and what I was willing to do to keep her alive and what I would do for him. And then he told me I was going to have to get in the back seat now. Real people. It was at that time that I got blasted by a big wave. Now this new sense of awareness comes over me like,

Jesus, you just survived a plane crash, now you're going to draw in the water. Who faced death? I could smell the blood. I could taste it. And when I put my hand up here, my finger went right into a hole in my neck. And lived to tell how. He had a gun. He was going to kill my baby.

He said, I'll attack your husband and I'll kill him. Before I come in the house and make you watch me kill your daughters. and I'll rape you all night long. This is I Survived. It's January 2009 in Bakersfield, California. Donna, a stay-at-home mom of two, is planning a party. Her baby daughter is about to turn one. We were planning a pretty big party with family and friends

and kids her age, just to celebrate our first year with our new child. Donna put her baby in the car and drove to a store to buy party favors. And when we were finished, we walked out to the parking lot. I noticed a man walking toward the store in the parking lot with an Army green colored long trench coat on. And I took a double take at him because the jacket just seemed odd for the weather. I just assumed that he was homeless or down on his luck, and I dismissed it and continued to my car.

So I put my baby in the car seat. strapped her in, and I backed up to close the car, and there was a man standing behind me. He was so close that when I backed up, I stepped on him. It was the same man that was wearing the trench coat in the parking lot. He was a little taller than me, and kind of a little muscular build. He said, we don't want the baby to get hurt, and he moved his trench coat a little bit, and he was holding a gun under it. He told me, this is just about money.

You don't want the baby hurt. I have no other options left. I'm not going back to jail. I'm desperate. I told him I have a couple hundred dollars in my wallet, and he said, no. I know a woman in a Mustang is worth more than a few hundred dollars. You tell me the truth.

I want to know how much money you have in your bank account. If you don't, this baby gets a bullet and then I get a bullet, meaning him. And I would be left with the mess. Everything inside me screamed, do not let him in your car. There was no way to get around it. He had a gun. My daughter was in the line of fire. With her attacker in the back seat, Donna drove to an ATM.

I parked my car and he said, leave the baby, leave the keys. You go in, you don't bring any attention to yourself, and you get the money and come right back out. I said, please don't hurt my baby. She hasn't done anything. Please just, I'll get your money. You're gonna get your money. Just don't hurt her.

And he said, just get me my money. Donna withdrew $500 from the ATM. And I took the money and I walked out, got back in the car, thrust the money at him, and said, are you ready to get out now? You ready to go? And he said he wanted to go somewhere without any cameras. We turned out of the parking lot and turned onto a residential street,

and it dead ended into a junior high school parking lot. A car pulls up a few parking spaces down in front of us. Two ladies get out. Of course, I was scared to death. I didn't want any attention brought to the car at this point. School was in session. Kids were in that school. Now, not only is it my daughter, but it's other people's.

He asked me how much my daughter's life meant to me and what I was willing to do to keep her alive and what I would do for him. And then he told me I was going to have to get in the back seat now. I hesitated, I gave a long, heavy breath. And he said, oh no, how much does your daughter's life mean to you? I had been married to my husband for 16 years at that point, and the thought of this person violating me in that way was sickening in a school parking lot in front of my child.

But he had a gun. He was going to kill my baby. We only had a little bit of time before the school we were in got out, and the kids started spilling out of that school. So I got in the back seat. I asked him, can I cover my baby with her blanket? It was a small thing, but it was the only thing that I could do to protect her. At least she wouldn't see. He said, sure.

And then he sexually assaulted me, and he raped me. And when it was over, I asked if I could get dressed. While I was putting my pants on, Some people pulled up and I was so scared that they would see in the car and think that someone was having sex in their car in the school parking lot and become confrontational about that very disturbing action. They didn't notice though, thank goodness. So I finished getting dressed.

The man made Donna give him her driver's license. And he said, I know where you live. If you ever tell anybody, I will know it. If you report this to the police, I will know you did it. And I'll sneak around and I'll hide in bushes. And I'll attack your husband and I'll kill him. Before I come in the house and make you watch me kill your daughters. And I'll rape you all night long.

and then before I finally kill you. I told him I'm not going to tell. I'm not going to tell anyone. I won't tell anybody. Then he indicated that he was ready to get out. So I got out. And as I turned back around, he swatted my butt and told me he needed a kiss and make it a good one.

So I kissed him, and he backed away. I get in the car, lock the door, start to pull out. and see him standing there just a few feet from where I was parked, just standing, not moving with this just cocky smirk on his face, watching me. The thought of running him down with my car passed through my head. He still had the gun. My daughter was still in the car,

and we were still in the parking lot of a school that was in attendance. and I couldn't take my vengeance out. It wasn't the right place or way. So I got my daughter to safety. Donna drove to a friend's store. And I fell to my knees and started crying. They rushed to me.

And I said I've just been robbed and raped. And that's when we called my husband and the police. The police took Donna to the hospital for a forensic examination. The police ran the DNA that they got from the medical exam, and they ran it through the felony DNA database. About a month after my attack, they got a hit. The detective called me, and remembering that my daughter, my baby, was celebrating her first birthday that day. He said he had a birthday present for us. And then he told me that they had him in custody.

While we were waiting for the trial to start, I received a telephone call from my detective telling me that the guy who had attacked me had sent a letter out in the jails. They call it a kite to friends that he has in L.A. putting a hit out on me and my husband asking that they killed us. That was terrifying. We were very scared. We were worried, obviously, for our family, but also for our neighbors.

During the trial, when I testified to what he had done to me, his attorney's defense was that it was a drug deal gone bad. I was a drug addict and had stolen $800 from my husband to pay this drug dealer off with my baby in the car, having not had enough money with the $800 for the drugs that I was needing, that I had sex with him to pay for the rest. I felt like I was being accused of being a criminal rather than the victim. Donna endured two days of cross-examination on the witness stand. People kept telling me I was a hero and that I was strong and they didn't think they could do it.

They wouldn't be able to do it. I believe good people when they're pushed and have to do the right thing. It was the right thing. Not a heroic thing, just the right thing. I had to ride through it to get justice. Donna's attacker Anthony Ray Graham Jr. was found guilty of rape, kidnapping, and robbery. He is serving 50 years to life in prison plus 21 years. I survived because I was able to stay calm and not focus on what was happening to me,

but focus on getting my baby home alive. Every two minutes in America, someone is sexually assaulted or raped. 15 out of 16 rapists will never do jail time for it. It is important that we give a voice to this crime and we start talking about it and getting real about it so that we can end it. Rape victims need to understand that it's not their fault. They're not to blame.

They're in no way responsible. And they need to report it so that it doesn't happen to other people. law enforcement can be trusted. Victim service agencies can be trusted. And our judicial system works. It's hard to go through it. But as a victim surviving rape,

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The 42-year-old dad of three plans to fly from New York to Wisconsin to visit family. My wife told me she didn't want me to fly my plane, she wanted me to get a commercial flight, but it was $922 for a round-ship flight there. And I was like, well, I can fly that for $400 and fuel. I said, no, that I would be just fine, that my plane was safe and had a new engine and everything was good. At the airfield, Mike completed his usual pre-flight checks. I got in the air, got to 3,000 feet. Everything was fine.

I was right on schedule on course. I really love flying. It's very peaceful, it's very quiet. You get to see things that very few other people get to see. It was Mike's first flight over Lake Huron. Lake Huron is one of the largest lakes in the world. I had never flown over water before. The plane don't know it's over water, but I do.

You know, it's kind of scary. It wasn't but a few minutes after that that I know. to change in the pitch of the engine. As soon as something happens, you know. When the engine pitch changed, you're like, oh, no. So at that point, I got on the radio and made a distress call. I told them where I was at. You're in trouble.

Could you just keep an eye at me, please? Just make sure I get to the shore. The engine never quit. It just slowed down as if you were pulling your throttle back. So I started doing some troubleshooting, but nothing was working. Everything I was trying wasn't bringing my motor back to life. Mike's plane was now only 100 feet above the water. I radioed Lansing one more time and said,

I'm going in the drink, come get me because I don't want to die. It's the last transmission I made. Now I'm 10 feet above the water. Just before I hit the water, my engine came back to full speed. But it was too late. The windshield blows in. The water is blasted with a cabin in my face. The plane was straight down in the water.

I went to get out of the plane. I had to reach back in and unbuckle my seatbelt. And then I swam out of the plane that I was already underwater. When I got to the surface, just the tail was above the water. The plane wasn't all broke up, was all one piece. I put my hand on the tail, and I said, bye, girl, and watched her fall down in the water, just until I couldn't see it.

No more, I watched it for about 40 or 50 feet. The water was really clear, and I watched it disappear. Mike had made a radio call seconds before his plane hit the water. I expected the Coast Coast Coast Coast Coast Coast Coast helicopter within five minutes. I thought they'd be right over me within a few minutes of the ladder, smiling faces. You know, it would all be good. Mike's locator beacon had sunk with the plane, hampering the rescue effort. I remember thinking, well, at least the same.

the water's warm. It was at that time that I got blasted by a big wave. I never realized how big the waves can get on Lake here, or any of the Great Lakes for that matter. They had to be at least 10 feet tall, maybe a little taller than that. And every time the wave would come down, it would crash on top and would drive you under the water. So I found myself struggling just to stay on the surface to breathe. And I was kind of choking and I was coughing and the next wave came and And water went down my throat as I was taking a breath. I found myself throwing up in the water. And now this new sense of awareness comes over me like,

Jesus, you just survived a plane crash. Now you're going to drown in the water. So I kicked my shoes off to make my feet work as flippers a little better. And still, my parents were dragging me down. I was having trouble kicking my feet. So I took my pants off. I was in the Navy when I was younger. and they teach you how to make a flotation device using your jeans.

You tie a knot in the bottom of your pants, and you blow them up like an inner tube, and you hang on to them. So I did that. I was like swimming in a doggy pedal position, and I had the pant leg on each side. I was holding there. It was working somewhat all right. The next big wave came.

It rolled me, and it rolled that pants right around my neck. So now I'm about 10 feet underwater. The pants are choking me. I'm trying to swim, I'm trying to get the pants off my neck. and I remember getting back to the surface, I managed to get clear of all that. I threw the pants, I'm thinking about that, was stupid.

I heard a ship coming. Off to my left, a great big freight. And the waves off that thing were bigger than the waves in the water were. And that sent me for a while. I could actually feel the pulse of the propeller when it went by me. It was that close to me.

It came within probably like 50 or 75 feet of me, but they never saw me. I'm spooked a little bit now. I'm scared and I don't know, I just don't know what to do exactly. And I swam back to my pants and took my wallet out of my pants. I took my left sock off and I stuck my wallet in my sock and I stuck me in my drawers. That way if they found my body, they'd know who I was. I started looking around, well, where I'm at, I can't see land.

I'm doing circles in the water trying to figure out where I am exactly. I don't know which way to go. The sun's right overhead. I just kept swimming mostly on my back and paddling. I would roll over and do some hard swimming about for two minutes and I would rest for 15 or 20. When I was actually following the sun, it went down over the horizon and slowly got darker and darker. I could see the lights on shore. I was close if I could start to see shore.

I had been swimming for four or five hours. And I was swimming and swimming and swimming, but I wasn't getting anywhere. I wasn't getting anywhere. I realized then after about two or three hours of swimming, there was a current there, and then it wasn't going to let me get the shore. Some kind of a riptite or current was there. Frustration?

That's what I'm feeling now, because you've gone all this way. You almost got the shore. You're within two miles, you can't get to shore. Like what in the world? Why? Why is there got to be the stupid current here? I knew I couldn't get to shore now. So I started heading down the shoreline,

because I could see a buoy in a lighthouse just down. a few miles, so I started swimming through the night. I remember the first star coming out, and I made a wish on that star. And my wish was, just let me get home to see everybody one more time. I'm not ready to die yet. Not yet. Let me just make everything right.

Let me just one more time. One more chance, please, one more chance. When you're laying there in the water, it's dark. There's not a whole lot to do. Your mind's working. Your priorities change. If I get through this, I'm going to

make family more priority, hopefully work less. That was a lot of it went on my mind. That's one of the driving force that keep you swimming. Mike, who had no life vest, swam through the night to stay awake. Just before the sun came up, a fishing trawler went by.

and it came within 75 feet of me. I was screaming and yelling and waving, and it went right by, and never saw me. I was thinking, you've got to come with a better plan on this because you've got to have somebody see you. I don't know how much longer, how much strength you've got left to do this, but you've got to figure something out.

I got my shiniest credit card out, and I thought I would reflect the sun to see one of the boats or something like that, they would come investigate what that flash was in the water. After about four or five boats had gone by, I started to lose hope a little bit that, boy, time's going by and no one's finding me. I'm ready to cry, and something's got to happen pretty soon.

I don't feel my left arm. I don't feel my hands no more. I was starting to cramp and I was starting to shiver. I can see the top of a boat coming over the horizon. I was waving and screaming. Nothing was happening. They're just about alongside me now. I'm waving my sock.

I'm fly smart credit card. I'm screaming. I'm screaming. Please, please, please, please, please, stop, please stop, please stop. I'm looking down, watching them go. All of a sudden, the boat turned to the left. It was coming about, it come port, it was coming around.

And I'm like, oh, thank God, thank God. Come on, come on, come on, come on. So I'm waving frantically now. Well, a guy in a boat wave back to me. Well, this emotion comes over. you don't you're not you're not used to either and I started crying in the water and They came right alongside me and threw me a life ring and they pulled me to the back of the boat I said I said hi I said my name's Mike I said my plane went down and I've been out here for a long time

I said they responded well, we know who you are we kind of been looking for you she says and just I can't believe how lucky I am right now What a great day to be alive. What a great day to be found. That's all I'm thinking, I'm happy. Nothing could bother me right now. After Mike's 18-hour ordeal in the lake, he was hospitalized for three days. I had no specific bodily injury except I had ripped my muscles.

When your muscles get ripped, they release this protein called CK. A normal person's level is 100 to 150. mine was 34,000. This protein will actually clog your kidneys and make you go into kidney fill, which is a whole different ballgame. Right now, I am about 95% healed up from all the muscle damage. My CK levels are normal now. The cause of the crash was found to be carburetor ice, starving the engine of fuel. I did not pull the carburetor heater on soon enough.

to melt the ice. That's why when I did pull it on, and just before I hit the water, the engine came back to full speed. It was pilot error, and I just didn't recognize the problem in time. Mike's plane remains at the bottom of Lake Huron in over 200 feet of water. I will fly again. I will probably rent a plane or fly with friends, but as for owning a plane, I will not want a plane again. I survived this whole ordeal, just staying focused on the positive and, realizing that I have a lot to go home to. I have a good life, a good wife, good kids, I'm not ready to die yet. And mostly they were in my thoughts and I just wanted to get home to all them.

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It's October 1985 in Kettering, Ohio. 17-year-old Sheila is dating 23-year-old Tim. Sheila is taking Tim to her high school prom. All the girls were a little jealous because he was the older guy, and he looked very sharp in a white tuxedo. And I was very proud to be on his arm that night.

It was soon after prom. He had asked me to marry him. He was very caring, very loving in the beginning. It changed a couple days after we had gotten married. I got back home. It was two hours later than I said I would be home. And when I came through the door, he jumped up from the chair, started screaming at me at the top of his lungs.

I had never seen the sight of him before. And he hit me so hard that my tooth went right through my lip. I ran to the bathroom crying and I was looking at myself in the mirror. I rationalized it that he was worried about me and that he did it because he loved me. I should have been home on time and I blamed myself. Five months later, Sheila came home one night to find the door locked. So I banged on the door and Tim answered the door and he had a look on his face of shock and a little bit of anger.

There were two girls sitting to the left on the couch and there was some strange guy who I had never seen before on the left side standing there with the beer on his hand. I asked him, what the hell are you doing? Who are these bitches here in my house? You need to get them out. I go in the bedroom and I slammed the door. I could hear him out there telling them the party's over, you guys have to leave. I started gathering up some of my clothes.

I was going to go home. I was going to go to my parents. My husband slammed open the door and the guy was standing behind him. My husband lunched for me, grabbed me by my shirt, spun me around, and threw me on the bed. and he punched me so hard in the face, it felt like part of my face shattered. They got my shirt off, they got my panties off, and my husband held me down

while this strange guy who I have no clue who he was raped to me. As I was being raped, I could see into my husband's eyes and I could see the hatred in his eyes and I had no clue where it was coming from, I didn't recognize him at that point. It wasn't my husband anymore. Something had took him over and made him so angry. I don't know if he was tired of being married,

if he felt like I was taking away his good times. I don't know. It looked like he hated me, and that scared me. Because when a husband hates you, they are capable of doing anything to you. and I was petrified. I was really afraid. And I just turned my head.

I couldn't even look at him at that point because of what was going on with me. I had to turn and look out the window and pretend like it wasn't happening. After the guy got off of me, I quickly just started grabbing for clothes. I was just trying to cover myself, get myself covered, and it was at that point that my husband told him,

come out here with me. And they left the bedroom. And they left me there. I went to the window. I'm thinking, I'm getting out of here. I was just raped. There was a police department right up the street, and that's where I was going to head to.

And I'm trying to jerk open the window, and it wouldn't open. So I run to the other window, and I'm trying to pull up on it. And it was probably at that point that the bedroom door was kicked in. They came through the door. The bedroom light went off and through the moonlight shining through the window, I could see that my husband had a large kitchen knife.

I started to shake. I thought to myself, the son of a bitch is going to kill me. And the sky was just standing there be hiding. I started screaming. I told him, please let me go home. I just want to go home. I want to go home. I'm done with this, and he said, shut up, bitch.

He lunged for my neck, grabbed my neck, threw me back down on the bed, and that's when I saw the other hand go up, and the knife come down. And I grabbed the knife, he yanks it out of my hands, and I hear my husband tell this other guy, can't you hold the bitch? The knife came down, and it hit me in the chest.

chest somewhere. I heard it hit bone and it makes a real funny noise. It's like a don't. I just felt the whole jarring through every bone in my body at that point. They're talking to each other, grab her arm, can't she grab her other arm, hold her down? Through all this, he is stabbing me. I could smell the blood. I could taste it. And it was at that point, I really thought I was going to die. And something told me, if you play dead, if you just drop all at once onto the bed, they'll think you're dead and they'll leave you alone.

And that's what I did. I dropped, closed my eyes, played dead, And it stopped. After I had dropped dead, the other guy said to my husband, boy, she was a feisty little bitch, won't she? I tried so hard not to make a noise. I was just not even breathing, because I knew if he knew, if I was still alive,

he would finish me off. So I stayed as quiet as I could, and they started dragging me. I could hear my husband, telling this guy, we're going to throw her in the dumpster at the high school, right behind our house. As they're pulling me out of the house and onto the little porch, my head hit every single step. And these were cement steps, and I'm trying not to make a noise, not to make a sound, not breathe. As the men dragged Sheila across the yard, she blocked out. When I came to,

So I'm looking up at the stars and they had just thrown me in the bushes right up against the building of the high school. And I could see the fence line where the houses were and I started crawling towards the fence. I felt all this wetness down the front of me. So I stuck my hand up here to check the damage. And when I put my hand up here, my finger went right into a hole in my neck. I thought, oh. So I took the shirt that I had on and started stuffing it in the hole in my neck.

I looked at the fence line and said, I can make it that far. I can make it to the fence. So I kind of just leaned over the fence and threw myself over. And I hit, and I could feel when I hit some blood gush out, and the shirt came out. So I took the shirt, stuffed it back in. And I started to crawl through the yard, and I looked over, and I saw my husband's car. I was in my own backyard. I started to panic.

I started to freak out. I thought, oh, my God, if he sees me, he's going to come out here and finish me off. I'm crying at the same time, trying not to make a sound. I was like a frightened animal. I hunched down and crawled, tried to make myself as small as I could, to get to the other side, two pound on the... neighbor's house. So I crawled to the front of the house, crawled up the steps, and I started pounding on their door this way. And after a minute, I heard a man's voice come to the door and

say, can I help you? It's late. And I said, please help me. I've been stabbed. You need to call the police. By this time, it's getting really hard to talk. He had asked me who did the to you, I told him my husband, we live next door. Sheila was rushed to the hospital. And my priest gave me my last rights, because nobody really thought that I was going to pull through or that I was going to make it. And in comes my mom and dad. My mom comes in first, and my mom looks at me, walks right by, turns around and looks

at the nurse and said, where is she? And the nurse said, that's your daughter, ma'am. And I guess I was beat in the face so bad. that they didn't, my own mom didn't recognize me. When she saw me, I'm sorry, she broke. She started screaming, she started crying. That was getting me upset because I asked the nurse for a mirror

and she wouldn't give me one. As well as facial injuries and a punctured lung, Sheila suffered 17 stab wounds to her body. Sheila's husband, Timothy Query, was charged with attempted murder. I went to the jail where he was, and I wanted to see him because I wanted to know why. Why did you do this to me? And the jailer came out and said, because there's going to be court proceedings, we can't let you visit him, even though you're still his wife.

Timothy Query was sentenced to 20 to 50 years in prison. After he received his sentence, he walked back from standing in front of the judge, and he, kicked off his jail shoe and picked it up and glaring at me in the courtroom, started banging it, looking at me coming right towards me. And the sheriff's in the courtroom just lunged for him, took him down to the ground, and took him out of the courtroom. Sheila's other attacker, Richard Doyle, was sentenced to seven to 25 years in prison. For this to happen to me, for him to do this to me,

I was in shock, and I was in shock for, Quite a few years. I think I survived pure will, determination, and my guardian angel. I don't think I would have made it if something hadn't said in my head dropped dead, so they'll leave you alone. It was pure determination why I survived. Finding the one can feel impossible. And in today's world, it's even harder. profiles, inaccurate pictures, incompatibilities, ghosting on dates. Is this sounding familiar?

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