Over the years he has seen quite a few reactions to these sorts of cases. Sometimes they would get angry or defensive like they had something to hide, the better liars would pretend like they had no idea what he was talking about. It was almost like a pattern. Sometimes he even made a game out of it to see what was going to come at him and how he was going to react once they showed him what kind of person they were. Tears were a common thing; it was easy to cry over something you were attached to, that attachment doesnâ€™t necessarily need to be friendship. You could cry over something you hated, despised, something that you once felt something for. He had expected the tears as they had been friends however what got him was the sound of her voice.<br/><br/>Moe had learned to tell a liar (again some people are better at it than others) from someone telling the truth, there were signs that most people would unconsciously gave off whenever they lied, this girl didnâ€™t seem to be showing any of those signs. Only time would tell if she really was telling the truth, however, so he was not going to jump to too many conclusions without hearing the full story of what happened. Either way he knew he was not going to rest until she was behind bars, that much was certain. But he shoved that down inside, not wanting to let his emotions get the best of him on such an important case.<br/><br/>It was interesting to say the least and for a moment he just stood there looking at her. He didnâ€™t say anything to comfort her or start jumping down her throat and making her feel even guiltier than she already seemed. She should feel guilty for her best friendâ€™s death. Assuming the girl even was guilty that is, considering she seemed so torn up about it. Then again that was such a common story: you leave just after you kill your best friend. It didnâ€™t matter if it was revenge driven or not, the story was all too common in most cases, he knew that there was a lot more than she was letting on. Why would you leave right after an argument, right after the death of your brother? This case was something that was going to take a lot of his time and energy, he could tell already.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, he ran a hand over his face and spoke calmly, â€œAnnie was poisoned. Arsenic. Right after you were said to have â€˜leftâ€™. The trail ran cold for awhile, but then someone mentioned you and that piqued our interest. Weâ€™ve questioned others prior to actually coming after you and everyone still points the finger at you, saying that you were out for revenge. Which makes perfect sense if you ask me. Thatâ€™s why Iâ€™ve come to take you in.â€ The tone he used was matter of fact instead of aggressive like most cops would use. Being aggressive was a bit tempting he would admit but Moe could sense that this girl was not someone to use an aggressive tone with. He was also speaking out of personal experience, thinking back to that madman that slaughtered his family.<br/><br/>There was also a little temptation itching him to make the guilt eat at her more. Either way she was responsibleâ€¦ her blood was on her hands. â€œAnyway, get some sleep; we have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow.â€ He added, heading over to one of the beds in the room and turning on the television casually, not caring about the channel that much. There were two beds in the room instead of one; he had thought ahead just in case he would have to spend another night here with a stubborn suspect.