Forget (5): A new Life?

I enjoy the tea. Earl Gray, I think, but I’m not so sure. There are also English tea biscuits.
“Are they homemade?” I ask as I reach for the scones and find that they are still warm, as if fresh from the oven.
“Yes, of course,” explains Nona, and is about to start explaining the method of preparation to me when she is rudely interrupted.
“I don’t think that’s relevant now,” says Lana.
“And what should be of relevance then?” Asks Nona, and yet she seems a little bit cranky.
“I think Viktor has a decision to make,” says Lana naturally. I look at her in amazement. How does she know that again?
“Because you don’t want to be dead for a while if you have nothing to decide. Or am I wrong?” She now turns to me.
“Yes, that may be so,” I answer evasively, “But I don’t know if I can do it on my own.”
“Then let us support you,” offers Nona.

“Actually, I’ve already given myself over to you completely”, I say what I only just became aware of, “completely at the mercy of my secret, and I don’t know why, but I trust you, although I don’t know you, yes once knows where I actually am here.”
“Good,” says Lana, “Then we want to initiate you. Perhaps then it will be easier for you to be at the mercy. You’re in a house on the eastern edge of town, not that far from the airport. If you go out through the park and follow the road for about two kilometers, you will come to the next town. We live in seclusion here because we like to be to ourselves and do not like the attention that much, because we act more or less in secret.”
“We live from crime,” Nona now interjects, and pauses to let what I hear have an effect on me, and my look must appear disturbed, because Lana hurries to relativize this statement. “We write detective novels, but also corresponding stage works,” explains Lana, “Was it necessary to scare Viktor like that?”
“Yes, that was it. Every now and then you can allow yourself a little joke,” says Nona cheerfully and puts on a small, mischievous smile.
“It was a little macabre,” I have to admit, “but it’s probably not easy to be angry with you. In that way, however, I have to do with crime as well. Or rather, if the crime didn’t exist, I would be unemployed. Except that for me it’s a rock-hard reality. From that point of view, I would rather be at your mercy than one of those people who might want to piss me off. Delivered – but I don’t know if I want to go back there, if I ever want to go back at all. On the other hand, I don’t know if it will ever be possible to escape. I have seen and learned so much over the years, and I know some people who would find my death only too convenient. But can I ever escape it. Even if I’m officially dead now and even manage to change my identity, leave everything behind and start a whole new life. Is it really possible to escape my old life completely? At some point, somewhere, if I don’t even think about it because so many years have passed, I’ll meet someone who knows me from my old life and who will bring everything back again. No, you cannot escape yourself. But maybe rest a little, drink tea and eat scones.”
“Do you want to tell us about your life?” Lana asks seriously, and I read real, lively interest in her gaze.

Go to part 6 here.