The thought of the violence to come terrified them. She had come to Charlotte, North Carolina, to work on a farm, but she wasn't going to be picking-she and the three other women in the car were wearing high heels and see-through miniskirts, and they felt alone and afraid. From the passenger seat of the red Camaro convertible hurtling away from Southampton Road, Janet watched the scenery change from one-story houses to tobacco fields and apple orchards.
