“Easy, girl,” Jack whispered to the Caddy, cutting the engine. He climbed onto the hood, balancing the harpoon gun on the roof. The Carnotaurus ’s head snapped up. A vertical pupil narrowed. It let out a guttural hiss that smelled of primordial swamp and petrochemicals.

The Carnotaurus hit the end of the line. The pylon cracked, but held. The dinosaur crashed onto its side, legs kicking, tangled in a web of its own momentum and high-tension steel. It bellowed in confusion and rage, but it wasn't going anywhere.

At the last second, Jack yanked the wheel left. The Carnotaurus lunged, its jaws snapping shut on empty air where the driver’s door had been. The Caddy’s bumper clipped its ankle, sending the beast into a skidding, furious tumble.