“Hey,” Sam said, her no-nonsense, problem-solving tone of a minute earlier gone, replaced by something much more gentle. “It’s horrible. I know. But getting drunk won’t help. Especially a tequila drunk. You’re going to have the mother of all hangovers tomorrow if you keep this up. Let me get you some water, order some takeout.”
Kate’s stomach roiled again. “I couldn’t eat anything. I’d throw up.”
“You say that, but you know you need food. When was the last time you ate?”
“I had some yogurt at lunch.”
A shake of Sam’s fiery head. “That’s not going to cut it. What sounds better? Chinese? Pizza?”
“We can’t order anything in. Remember what Officer Manning said.”
Her friend looked so crestfallen at that remark, Kate almost chuckled, despite everything. “Don’t despair. I kind of loaded up
