Chapter 38There were two black SUVs waiting for us on Irving Street. I felt like I was entering some strange covert ops movie. To think I'd mentally made fun of Julie's Hollywood style security just that morning, and here I was going full Hollywood to infiltrate a secret supernatural chamber next to a condemned cemetery—which was rumored to still be full of bodies—and defeat a demon and his newly risen army. And let's not forget we had every intention of killing the psychopathic villains of this little skit from hell, Edgar and Calvin. The whole situation dripped with irony, and I gulped hard to choke down the hysterical laughter I could feel building.
The quickest way to get to the museum would have been to go through Golden Gate Park, but Pete wanted to avoid driving by the front of the
