**Chapter 12: The Trail Unfolds**
Part 12
The four of us stood in our respective lobbies, each lost in thought as we tried to piece together the events of the past few days. We had been poring over the evidence, and our suspicions were starting to fall on Harry, Noa's childhood friend. "We need to talk to Noa about this," we said to ourselves, each one of us thinking the same thing. Noa walked into the Hilton Queen of Sheba lobby, where we were waiting for her. "What's up?" she asked, noticing the determined look on our faces. "We've been thinking," we said, "and we think it's time we shared our concerns with you about Harry." Noa's eyes widened. "What is it?" "We remember him being a bit aggressive when we were at his house a couple of days before our death," we explained. "And we think he might have poisoned our drink." Noa's face turned pale. "That's not possible. He's my friend." "We know," we replied, "but we have to consider the possibility. We were at his house, and he offered us a drink. We didn't think much of it at the time, but now we're not so sure." The Royal Beach, one of our personas, spoke up. "We need to think about the times we interacted with him. Was he always like this?" Noa hesitated. "Well, he used to get jealous when we were kids. But I didn't think much of it at the time." We nodded in unison. "It's possible that he wanted you all to himself," we said. The Dan, another one of our personas, added, "And we remember him arguing with someone a few days before our death. We just didn't think much of it at the time." Noa's eyes widened. "You're talking about the argument he had with me. I remember that now. It was about something stupid, but I didn't think much of it at the time." We exchanged a glance. "We think it's time we paid him a visit," we said. At the Herods, our fourth and final persona, we began to think about the evidence we had gathered so far. We had a motive, a means, and now we had a possible suspect. "We need to be careful," we warned Noa. "If he's capable of killing us, he's capable of anything." Noa nodded, determination etched on her face. "Let's do it. Let's go talk to him and see if we can get to the bottom of this." As we walked towards Harry's house, we couldn't help but think about the events that had transpired. We had been friends with him, and he had been with Noa since childhood. But now, we were starting to suspect him of taking our life. "What if he's not willing to talk to us?" Noa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll make him talk," we replied, our voice firm. "We have to know if he's the one who did this to us." The four of us stood outside Harry's house, our hearts pounding with anticipation. We knew that we had to be careful, but we were determined to uncover the truth. "Let's do this," we said to Noa. She nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. "Let's find out if Harry is the one who took our life." We took a deep breath, and together, we knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Harry's voice called out. We looked at each other, and then back at Noa. "It's us, Harry," we said. "We need to talk to you about something." The door opened, and Harry stood before us, a look of innocence on his face. "Hey, Noa. What brings you here?" he asked. We smiled, trying to appear nonchalant. "We just wanted to talk to you about something," we said. Harry's eyes narrowed. "What is it?" We exchanged a glance. "Can we come in?" we asked. Harry hesitated for a moment, and then stepped aside, allowing us to enter. As we walked into his living room, we couldn't help but notice the glass on the table. It was the same glass we had drunk from a couple of days before our death. Our eyes locked onto Harry's, and we knew that we had found our killer.