Harley's face cracked a little and Gee laughed. It was a hard, jarring sound.
Eyes still on the salivating tiger, Dean winced. Christ, what a bitch. He'd like to shoot her just for that.
He risked a quick look toward Sam. His brother was standing beside the open car door, attention divided between the tiger and the escalating hostilities between the women and Harley.
Those hostilities were giving the boys time, keeping the tiger on its leash.
Now they just had to figure out which one of Macbeth's bitches was controlling the tiger or his ass would be cat chow!