CHAPTER NINETEEN
“And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.”
SHAKESPEARE “TWELFTH NIGHT”
The coordinates Greg set were perfectly aligned to the time at which Sam and RoseAnn needed to arrive. Philip stood in the door’s entryway ready to spring. It seemed like a slow-motion picture to Sam who watched Jane aim the gun at the minutes younger RoseAnn as she innocently wrapped garland around a glittering tree. The other RoseAnn was at Sam’s side taking in the scene with a mix of awe and fear.
Just as Philip placed his hand on the door to pull it open, RoseAnn rushed past Sam. “No, Phil. Please, don’t do it. I’m meant to die. You’re meant to live. She has to kill me.”
Montmart whirled around in surprise. “My God, RoseAnn!”
Sam fought an impulse to back away and leave the two o
