**Confronting the Suspect**

I stood outside Harry's house, my heart racing with anticipation. The four hotels, my unlikely allies, stood beside me, their grandeur a reminder of the gravity of the situation. We had decided to confront Harry together, to see if we could catch him off guard and get to the truth. As we entered the house, Harry greeted us with a warm smile. "Hey, Noa. Hey, hotels. What brings you here today?" I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "We found some clues at your house yesterday," I said, my eyes locked onto his. "And we need to talk about them." Harry's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Oh? What kind of clues?" The four hotels spoke up, their voices a gentle hum in the background. "We found a suspicious transaction on the security footage," they said. "A person wearing a black hoodie and gloves entered our premises a day before the poisoning. And we also found a cryptic message on one of our computers. It read: 'You'll never find me.'" Harry's eyes widened, but he seemed to be trying to maintain his composure. "That sounds serious. But I'm sure it's just a coincidence. I mean, I don't know anything about it." I raised an eyebrow, sensing that he was hiding something. "Harry, we also found a recipe for the poison at your house," I said, my voice firm. "The same recipe we found in the lab. Can you explain that?" Harry's smile disappeared, and he looked taken aback. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered. The four hotels leaned in, their voices taking on a more urgent tone. "Harry, we know you're hiding something," they said. "And we need you to tell us the truth. Did you have something to do with our poisoning?" Harry's eyes darted back and forth, and I could sense his panic. "No, of course not," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "Why would I do something like that? I'm your friend, Noa. And I'm a friend to all of you, hotels." I took a step closer to him, my eyes locked onto his. "Harry, we need to know the truth," I said. "If you're involved, we need to know why. And if you're not involved, then you need to help us find out who is." The four hotels added their voices to the conversation, their words a gentle but firm pressure on Harry. "We're not going to leave until we get some answers," they said. Harry's eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly suppressed it. "Fine," he said, his voice cold. "I'll tell you the truth. I did find that recipe, but it was just a coincidence. I was...uh...researching something for a project." I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A project? What kind of project?" Harry hesitated, and I could sense his lie. "It was just a...a hypothetical scenario," he said. "I was just exploring some ideas." The four hotels and I exchanged a glance, our collective minds sensing that Harry was hiding something. "Harry, we don't believe you," I said, my voice firm. Harry's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of guilt. But then, his expression smoothed out, and he smiled again. "I'm telling the truth," he said. "You have to believe me." I sighed, feeling frustrated. We were getting close to the truth, but Harry was still managing to evade us. "We'll be watching you, Harry," I said. "And we'll find out if you're involved." The four hotels nodded in agreement, their voices a gentle hum of determination. "We'll get to the bottom of this," they said. "And we won't rest until we find out who killed us."