James nodded, and considered asking her where she had worked, what those men had been doing- but this wasn't just a conversation, was it? He didn't want to blur the lines like he had with Dr Wheeler.
He had to think about that. When had he started drinking? When had it changed from just enjoying a drink to it being a problem, a coping mechanism?
"Probably about the same time the killing did," he admitted after a pause, giving her a bit of a smile. Oh, God. That wasn't good.