Free The Grimm Chronicles, Vol. 2 by Ken Brosky, Isabella Fontaine, Dagny Holt, Chris Smith, Lioudmila Perry

Tales book. But maybe not every hero had crossed out the names. Maybe Seth was right.
    Maybe.

Chapter 6
     
     
     
    We parked a block away from The Triangle, biding our time with a very long game of “I Spy” and finishing off the bag of sweet potato chips. For a moment—just a moment—I forgot all about what was waiting in the bar and enjoyed myself. Here were my friends, I guess: a heavy metal nerd and a giant rabbit. All we needed was Trish and then it would be a party.
    But if Trish were here, she and Seth would fight. And how would she handle all of this? Probably not too well.
    By the time Seth and I finally guessed what Briar had spied—it was an empty bottle of soda sitting in the gutter at the end of the block—night had already fallen. Cars began parking along the curb on both sides of the street, and young men and women dressed in tight pants and expensive-looking shirts walked down the street to The Triangle.
    “I guess I under-dressed,” I murmured, watching another couple get out of their car on the other side of the street. They looked very college: short, styled hair and outfits that looked like they came from Gap . One of the girls was wearing a pair of tight, dark blue jeans with a gold “B” embroidered on the butt. “I thought these guys were a rock band.”
    “They play a lot of stuff,” Seth said. “Everyone likes them.”
    All of the buildings on this side of the block were sketchy old things, warehouses mostly, but a few empty storefronts as well. Plenty of places for a trap. Keeping Briar’s teachings in mind, I tried to look beyond the basics, to the nitty-gritty details that would let me take firmer control of my surroundings. Let’s see … one of the empty storefront windows was cracked, there was a thick gutter drain hanging from the two-story building on the corner, and—oh yeah—of the three big green dumpsters in the alley, two were filled to overflowing …
    “Man this is so insane,” Seth said. He tapped on the steering wheel a few times. “These Corrupted monster guys totally think they’re going to have the last laugh? Ha! He who laughs most laughs last.”
    “I do believe the saying is he who laughs first … laughs the most ,” Briar corrected.
    Seth thought about it, then shook his head. “No, I think the person who’s laughing the most is going to be the one who laughs last.”
    “Yes, but the person who starts laughing first is most likely the one who will laugh the most. By definition.”
    “Yeah,” Seth said, “but whoever laughs last is the important part. Because it means the other person stopped laughing.”
    “OK both of you knock it off,” I snapped. “I’m trying to focus.”
    “I suspect there will be many people,” Briar said.
    “Gee, ya think?” Seth asked. “Duh, rabbit. These guys are, like, total recluse geniuses. No one knows much of anything about them, except that their music is crazy. They didn’t even have a website before they planned this farewell concert.”
    “He’s going to use that video feed to steal music from all over the world,” I mused, watching a couple scurry across the street. “We need to smash that fiddle.”
    “We should have done this sooner,” Seth said. “Now there’s all these people and they’re totally gonna die.”
    “No one’s going to die,” I told him. “And coming early wasn’t an option. They lock the doors between shows.”
    “Ah!” Briar exclaimed. “An excellent detail remembered from your dream. No doubt a skill taught to you by a certain rabbit.”
    I looked over my shoulder. “You ready?”
    Briar nodded. He reached up and pulled his ears back. “As ready as I shall ever be, dear hero.”
    I got out of the car and made my way across the street, watching Briar scurry between two of the rusty old warehouses.
    “Watch the dumpsters!” I whispered to the dark shadow. Why hadn’t he turned invisible yet? No matter. The Corrupted could see him regardless. “You can climb up